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silvanable · 3 years

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Overblot Theory (pt1?)

okay okay all my twst darlings, i bring forward a theory. and please bear with me because this is written in the middle of the night-morning & i am thriving on sleep drugs that aren’t doing their job, so there’s likely a million typos and half of it or more might sound like drunk rambling the irony of never being drunk lol.

also i’m tagging now that this contains spoilers i guess? i haven’t finished chapter 5 ( i’m still fairly early in ) yet but i’m literally going to be talking about everything i’ve seen thus far regarding overblot and those effected by it.

aNYWAYS—

so we all know how overblot works right? nasty emotional build up, using too much magic, and then sNAP!

that’s great and dandy, it seems like a build up that gets to a tipping point and suddenly that last drop cracks the glass and everything comes flooding out— right?

but what if overblot isn’t actually that flood point where they turn? what if the overblot is the whole process, not when they are consumed by the negative energies and black magic that force such a violent change on them?

so in every chapter thus far, there is always a few scenes were were see the ink dripping. gradually as we progress through the chapters, we watch as the character begins to spiral and is consumed by negative emotions. each time we see the ink, it splotches more and more, growing and forming a larger puddle each time.

BUT— each case is slightly different from the others, despite having the same trends with each dorm and the inevitable overblot, each character has a different way of reaching that.

so we have the general order everyone overblots for plot purposes, but in my opinion the fact riddle didn’t overblot sooner was fucking astounding. we’re shown how liberally he used his magic and the super strict and toxic mindset he had which was forced on him since childhood. then after each scene we saw of the ink pooling, riddle would gradually become worse in the chapter, until the moment he snapped and became a homicidal maniac.

leona was similar, except instead of him using his magic, he was consumed by his own emotions more and more. it was his hatred from his brother, his family, and his home that started it. then the issue of being second still in nrc to someone like malleus. many reasons to why leona is a lazy ass but i love him still oof but because he kept these things contained, letting it boil and seep into him, it made these things so much worse than they should have been. so ultimately when his plan fails, after trying so hard and becoming so desperate, there’s a surge and he transforms.

azul goes down a combined path, he uses his magic constantly, even with a buffer like a contract and his crystal, and is consumed by his own self loathing and emotions that send him spiraling. the final straw is the moment when his contracts are stolen and disintegrated by leona. but it was already shown throughout chapter 3 that azul has a moment of breaking, despite his composure, was spiraling the moment yuu started poking around. and being outsmarted did nothing for his barely existing pride to begin with.

jamil, out of all of them, but far hurt me the most because all of his sly tactics and underhanded tricks were really because he was trying to fight so he could be himself. fully heartedly believe if grim and yuu never showed up, he would have never overblotted. granted what jamil does is a big dick move but his entire life he’s been repressed and he has no freedom to himself what so ever— essentially he was forced to be an adult since he was a child and lemme tell you that ain’t fun. the one thing i consider a key part here is not the fact his emotions got the better of him in the end, but the fact he used his unique magic on the entire fucking scarabia dorm.

as for vil, granted i don’t know much, but pride and especially vanity will no doubt play a lot into his overblot all because of his rival neige. he’s already a very strict and disciplined character who holds himself very high and strives for nothing less than perfection... so we all know how that ends.

each one of them showed similar tendencies. all of them have some sort of inferiority complex, repressed emotions, and magic is always involved in small or excessive quantities. what i think is going on is not that suddenly they are overwhelmed— no, the overblot starts before anyone notices. that’s what the ink represents.

let’s assume that everyone, no matter what, always has blot, regardless if their magic crystals are ‘clean’ and ‘clear’. after all, the crystals are supposed to be an extra barrier between the user and magical backlash, but emotions have to play a part in this too. so while the crystals protect from magic blot, emotional is different... they just kind of soak that disgusting ink right up and channels all their magic right through it and the crystals only soak up so much of it.

so everyone has some blot? great. but what’s the point of this? i’ll tell you! it’s that each person handles it differently. our boys here all swallow their complaints, the crap they deal with, disagree with, or have been served, and try to shove it into some deep, dark, forgotten pit to never see again. except it doesn’t work, because the more they use magic the more it warps those feelings, feeding off of it. it uses emotions as a sort of super charge for the magic, which creates more negative magic and amplifies the emotions.

so the overblot had already started by the time yuu and grim show up, just some of the boys had decent wraps of it all and didn’t have a nosy human ruining their fucking plans.

okay, kidding, i don’t believe that yuu and grim play a super major part, as eventually the overblots would happen with our without them. either way, i don’t think there would have been a way to stop it without knowing and solving the problem before the transformed and needing anyone in the near vicinity with ability to beat the shit out of the monster controlled student & knock some sense back into them.

i think that by the time yuu shows up, it’s already too late. that first moment we see the ink drip and gather? that’s the start and there’s no stopping it. why? because that was the overblot, the end of filling up and the beginning of tipping without a way to reverse it.

instead of having their emotions all tucked away, the magic has morphed into something nasty, too strong, and they might not even know it. at this point, it’s less about them actually accumulating blot and more that every negative emotion and burst of magic they let out begins to accelerate the build up attracting every little bit of negativity and magic whether or not they actually feel or do anything. the transformation is not the overblot finally happening, it’s the completion, when all that black magic, blot, and emotions burst free from its cage and utter consumes the host.

now i’m not going into the theory i have about the overblot forms and the shadows, because that’s an entirely different topic for me about possession and the great 7, but what i’m trying to say here is—

the overblot is the whole process, not just the transformation and monstrous shadow lurking behind the newest asshole victim.

the ink forming, the unstable spiral each character falls into, and finally the explosion that transforms them. it’s the magic and emotions that muddled together taking on an intent of its own, a will of nothing but chaos and destruction, taints their magic crystals, and uses the host as a means of executing it by clouding their minds and giving them the power they always wanted and needed.

after all, when you’re drunk on power and fed by trauma, are you really going to listen to reason or do what you want because you finally have the ability to do so? of course you’re going to listen to the little voice that says to destroy and take it all for yourself!

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years

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Don’t Let Me Down

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1,500 Warning: Two curse words Author’s Note: That premium scene from Book 1, Chapter 1 where MC helps Ethan pick something from the vending machine but from his POV

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Not for the first time that day, his patience stretches out dangerously thin as he inspects the options of the vending machine. What a day it was turning out to be and he was only half way through his shift. It was not uncommon for new interns to grate on his nerves; after all, everyone at Edenbrook carefully threaded around him on the first week of new recruits. However, there was something about this group that pushed him even further over the edge. Either they were particularly boisterous, or Ethan was just getting old.

Fleetingly, he thinks of the thoracotomy intern from that morning. His mind particularly recalls the unabashed and almost taunting smirk that illuminated her face after he criticized her technique, leaving him momentarily puzzled. Anyone else would have wilted under his wrath, he had seen it hundreds of times before. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she had had the nerve to flirt with him.

God help him if that was what he would have to put up with all year.

“Um. Hi, Dr. Ramsey,” a small voice says from behind him.

Distracted, he briefly glances at the speaker, only to freeze immediately after.

It was the intern from that morning, standing there as though he had summoned her with thought alone, her cheeks flushed, a book clutched to her chest, and a look of pure determination set on her face.

“... Rookie.”

The feeble acknowledgement is all the greeting he offers her as he returns his attention to the vending selections.

“I was hoping you might sign my book,” she says when it becomes clear he is done speaking.

That surprises him, though years of experience with schooling his expression into an indifferent one help him conceal this. “Autographs? Don't you have other work to be doing? Or at least other attendings to irritate?”

Ethan catches sight of her reflection on the glass of the machine. That smile is back, tilting one corner of her mouth into a peculiar smirk, a knowing one.

“No, just you,” she quips.

Ethan stares at her reflection, completely shocked at his urge to smile at that.

“I should have guessed,” he returns dryly, pleased that his voice sounds as collected and indifferent as he prefers it. There is a small pause in which he sees her open her mouth as if to say something. She closes it just as quickly. “Well, if you have something else to say, then say it.”

Dr. Allende hesitates briefly. Ethan can practically see the gears of her mind working, much like he observed that morning during the emergency. A small crease forms in between her brows as she collects her thoughts and he feels impatience and something else starting to swell his temper once more. He only begins to realize that the unknown emotion is eagerness, when she finally speaks.

“I won't let you down again.”

Whatever Ethan is expecting, it is not that. There is something about the young doctor before him that enables his innate need to be a pain in the ass because he returns, “You can see the future? If so, you'll make a remarkable physician.”

“I just meant—”

He knows what she meant. The automatic response to a genuine promise to do better surprises even him. Ethan had always held a reputation of being brutally honest, if at times excessively harsh and sarcastic. Seconds after he says the words, however, even he admits the statement is just downright cruel.

You unmeasured asshole, he thinks.

He tries again. “You will let me down again, Rookie.” Vaguely, he notes that although he is very aware of her name, he prefers the nickname. “What's more, you'll let yourself down. Over and over.”

Tired of speaking to her through a reflection on a vending machine, he turns to face her. Standing this close, and with no suffocating patient between them, he is hit with how unquestionably pretty she is. Ethan tries to dismiss that thought at once, but the flush he had initially noticed is still present on her cheeks, redirecting his attention to the constellation of faint freckles dusting her nose.

Dr. Allende, meanwhile, is watching him with a sudden seriousness, lips slightly parted and head tilted to one side, perhaps struggling to determine if there is more bitter sarcasm coming her way. A myriad of silent thoughts flit across her face and once again he feels a keenness to know more.

“But what matters,” he continues instead, “is that you get back on your feet each and every time, and push yourself to be better.”

She silently takes in the words, giving no indication of her thoughts. Infuriatingly, she changes the subject, choosing to tell him about her favorite snack.

Frustrated, Ethan begins to dismiss this when she assertively informs him, “I know you’re not getting something for yourself.” Her eyes are on the vending machine. “You’re trying to pick something to cheer up Barbara in there, right?”

Startled, Ethan privately commends her observation.

“How’d you figure that?” he asks instead, genuinely curious.

“Just paying attention.” The answer is delivered with one of her winsome smiles. “You know, I bet I could pick out just the thing.”

He stares at said smile a beat too long.

“I doubt it. Barbara's even more stubborn than you.” Dr. Allende's eyebrows rise at this, evidently intrigued. Before they can dwell on any other observations he has made about her character, Ethan plows on. “She’s refused to take her pills for two days.”

His curiosity is an entity of its own by now, palpably gnawing at him. “But be my guest. It’s a hopeless endeavor.”

As she moves closer to the machine, the challenge is clear on her face, embellishing that charming simper of hers. Ethan studies her closely, looking for any clues that might give him an insight to her mind. The only thing Dr. Allende betrays, however, as she studiously looks at the selections, is a small graze of her teeth against her lush bottom lip.

Ethan almost misses her selection, the sound of a pack of gum hitting the tray bringing him back to himself.

“What the hell is that?”

“You’ve never had Chuckles Gum? They write jokes in the wrapper.” An almost childish grin spreads across her face as she opens a stick of gum to show him. “See? This one’s even a doctor joke.”

But Ethan is not paying the wrapper any mind because at that precise moment, she glances at the joke before reading it out loud. Her teeth catch her lower lip again as she suppresses her amusement, the sight entirely too distracting.

“‘What type of blood did the author have?’”

He doesn't even hear the joke.

“Type-O,” she answers when Ethan doesn't respond. “Like a typo?”

Ethan clears his throat quietly. “Oh, I got it,” he lies. “It’s just not funny.”

This makes her laugh, doing nothing to help his efforts to be present in the conversation. “Tough crowd. Look, just give them to her, okay? Trust me.”

Grateful for an aversion, he takes the pack of gum into Barb's room. The older woman reads one of the jokes to herself, guffaws, and miraculously agrees to take her medication. By the time Ethan returns to the hallway, he is speechless.

He only finds his voice to demand how she knew that would work. There was no denying the searing curiosity burning through his rationality.

Dr. Allende winks so swiftly, he could have missed it. “A girl’s gotta have some secrets.”

This time, he fails to fight back a smile. “You’re really going to hold out on me?”

“I’m going for an air of mystery. Is it working?”

That damn smile again.

“Mildly,” he lies.

Dr. Allende's attention returns to the machine, which announces a fifty cent credit from his dollar. Without a single word, she makes a selection, retrieving a chocolate bar from the tray.

“And who is that for?” he asks, unable to stop himself.

Smoothly, she throws it at him. He easily catches it despite being completely agog.

“You.”

For the first time in a long time, the surprise must be evident in his expression because she explains, “Saw you kept staring at it earlier. You know, it’s okay to treat yourself sometimes.”

Ethan allows the words to skin in, his fingers clasping the candy. Quietly, he wonders what he looks like to the staff passing by as he takes in that ever present, beguiling smile of hers.

“...I’ll keep that in mind.”

Seemingly satisfied, she turns to leave. Before he can stop himself, he calls out, “Wait.”

Dr. Allende turns, watching him curiously.

Already feeling outrageously out of his comfort zone, Ethan nods toward the book she still holds against her chest. “Give it here.”

He knows what he will inscribe before she eagerly hands him the copy of his own book. With a flourish, he writes, “Don't let me down.”

“Now get back to work, Allende.”

She pauses.

“You remembered my name?”

Fuck. He had gotten careless and let that slip.

“...Just paying attention,” he returns noncommittally, mirroring her words from earlier.

Dr. Allende opens her mouth to respond, but before she can say anything, Ethan practically forces himself to walk away. When he is certain he has put enough distance between them, he turns back to watch her retreating form. Against his better judgment, he allows a smile.

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Catch up here.

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Author’s Note: Imagine how pissed Ramsey will be when he finds out she gave that to Landry.

Ah, writing this was an experience. Getting the dialogue was a journey. Maybe I’ll write the bar scene next. Let me know what you think.

Anyway, this is one of my favorite scenes from book 1. Hope I did it some justice.

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#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #my writing

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froggywhumpy · 3 years

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An Actual Doctor Is Needed

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I make myself laugh so much with the chapter titles- I really think I’m so funny. I also almost made sibling whumpers again but then I was like... wait. Not again! I pinky promise I did not completely forget about Cameron in this chapter.. I’m pretty sure he has at least one line! Like always, if you see any typos, no you did not<3. Anyways, I hope u enjoy thisss:)

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Tagging: @happy-whumper @heathenville @myst-in-the-mirror

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CW: manhandling, swearing, gun/ gun wound, restraints, hospital environment, minor whumpees.

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The sudden daylight was blinding. Once their eyes had adjusted to the sudden light, they were able to observe the building before it. Made of smooth, white tile, the building looked like it belonged on a university campus, with its modern design. Written in big, black letters on the side of the building were the words ‘C. O. U. R. S. TESTING’. Surrounding the building were trees, spreading for what seemed like forever, and surrounding the truck and driveway were a handful of muscular people, who Eva assumed were security of some sort. All of them were wearing a white uniform with the acronym ‘COURS’ printed on it.

Before Eva could look around any more, she was grabbed roughly and pulled out of the truck by one of the security officers, and though she fought against them, she wasn’t making much of a difference.

Eva heard Sasha scream beside her as she, too, was grabbed and pulled out of the truck, onto the dark pavement of the driveway. “Let go of- get your fucking hands off of me!!”

Eva heard Cameron putting up a similar fight as well, but that didn’t do much, as the three of them were set down on their feet, all very much aware of the presence of the security.

“Let us go,” Sasha spat, glaring at the officers like they were a bug she had squished under her shoe. “or I swear on my fucking life, you’ll all regret it.”

“Tell me, how you plan on doing that?” Called an amused voice from around the truck. Stepping into sight, was the woman who had lured Sasha and Cameron to the truck the night before.

Pale-skinned, her dark brown hair spilling over her head in waves, the woman held herself with confidence Eva only wished she had. Eva shuddered at the sight of her, a vivid memory of being shot by her playing on repeat in her head.

“And why would I tell you?” Sasha snapped. Despite the power imbalance, Sasha still carried with her an air of defiance that made Eva grateful that she was on her side. “The authorities are going to notice I’m missing, it would be smarter to just release us now.”

“That’s not my decision anymore.” The woman smiled, knowingly.

Sasha raised an eyebrow, her glare unfaltering. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think it’s time for you to meet the Doctor, they’ll be very pleased with you.” The woman hummed, gesturing for the security to follow her as she turned towards the building.

Eva watched in horror as security officers grabbed Sasha’s arms, yanking her towards the building. “What- let the fuck go!!”

“Let her go!” Cameron echoed her words, struggling as he, too, was grabbed by the security.

Narrowly ducking out of the way of one of the officers, Eva frantically backed away. She glanced at Cameron and Sasha, completely panicked.

“Run!!” Sasha screamed at Eva, eyes wide and desperate. “Run!”

Immediately, Eva turned on her heel and sprinted for the woods. She gasped as she nearly tripped over her own feet. Don’t screw this up, Eva, run, run run run, Sasha told me to run, She finally broke the tree-line, pushing through the greenery and brush. I have to get out of there, I have to get help, I have to run, I have-

Crack! The sound of a gun firing echoed through the forest. Eva’s world spun. Her ears rang. Surprisingly and thankfully, she didn’t feel any pain as she collapsed on the forest floor, and her vision faded to black.

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“No!!” Sasha screamed, staring at the woman, her gun still raised towards the woods.

A beat of tense silence followed as Sasha listened. The only sound she could hear was the sound of birds fleeing. No Eva.

“No! No!!” Sasha screeched, struggling more than she had before. “You- you monster!!”

“Oh, shut up. Now, bring them inside,” the woman spoke to the guards, before turning her attention back to Sasha. “I believe you have a doctor’s appointment.” The woman chuckled, lowering her gun.

“I’m not going any-fucking-where, you, please, you have to let me go see her!!” Sasha squirmed, struggling against the grip of the men dragging her off, doing little to stop them as she was pulled inside the building.

Sasha would’ve admired the décor of the building if she weren’t there under these circumstances. A sculpture of modern art sat in the center of the lobby, white beams spiraling around a silver pole, about 20 feet tall. Contemporary paintings embellished the walls. The walls were white. The floors, the ceiling, all a sterile white. If it weren’t for the large windows showing the wilderness outside, the white would’ve been all consuming.

A man stood behind a counter, where a receptionist would be. The man merely glanced at Sasha as she was practically dragged through the lobby, completely ignoring her screams and shouts for help.

Sasha was pushed into an elevator, the guards following her into the cramped space, quickly restrained and stopped from trying to escape. The elevator doors opened much quicker than expected, and before she could have time to react, she was pulled from the elevator, down a short- although still intensely white- hallway. The guards opened a door at the end of the hallway and Sasha was shoved inside, the door slamming shut behind her.

This next room was such a sudden change compared to the previous ones. Sasha blinked a couple times, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting.

Once her eyes did adjust, Sasha was able to take in the scenery around her. The walls were, thankfully, not white, instead a lighter grey. The floors too were not white, this time made out of wooden black walnut planks.

Adorning the walls were wooden bookshelves, hundreds of thick tomes stacked upon them. A red ornamental rug was laid out across the floor. On top of that stood an oaken desk- papers and pens strewn chaotically across it-as well as a wooden chair with metal cuffs on the arms and front legs of the chair on Sasha’s side of the desk.

On the other side of the desk sat another chair, this one much more comfortable-looking, and behind the chair stood a woman.

Already, Sasha could tell she was important, just from the way she stood. Her red hair was bound in a ponytail that spilled down her back, her face framed by flyaways and other loose strands of her hair. Her eyebrows were raised in curiosity, though there was still a harsh sternness in her gaze that came across to Sasha as threatening. Dark bags sat just below her brown eyes, and a thin white scar ran across the bridge of her nose. The woman stood at around 5’8, and she wore a white lab jacket.

“Oh, finally, you’ve arrived.” The sternness in the woman’s eyes faded, replaced by a sudden and out of place warmness as she smiled. “Take a seat, please.”

“Like hell I will!” Sasha retorted, standing her ground, though very aware of the closed door behind her; as far as she could tell, it was the only exit to this office. “Who the fuck are you, what do you want with me?!”

The woman laughed suddenly and loudly. “That’s not usually what they say. Usually, it’s something along the lines of ‘Let me go’.” She said, more to herself than anything.

“Yeah, that too, bitch.”

“That won’t do.” The woman sighed through pursed lips. “Have a seat, Sasha.”

“I won’t,” Sasha reaffirmed. “Let me go.”

The woman held up a walkie-talkie from her desk. “I’m afraid that won’t be happening,” she looked pointedly at Sasha before pressing a button on the radio. “It appears the subject is being uncooperative.”

Before Sasha could really react, the door opened from behind her and in rushed a pair of guards, grabbing her from behind.

“Hey- no, stop!” Sasha grunted as she continued to struggle against their grip. Ignoring her attempts to escape, the guards wrestled her into the chair. Sasha locked eyes with the woman, staring as the woman lifted a remote towards her, pressing a button on it. Without hesitation, the cuffs on the chairs clamped shut over Sasha’s wrists and ankles, trapping her in place.

“That will be all, thank you.” The woman told the guards, and they left without a word, the door closing behind them again.

“Now that you’re properly situated, I’ll introduce myself.” The woman sighed, setting the remote down. “I’m the doctor of this testing establishment, and you will refer to me as such.”

“I meant like a first name.” Sasha grumbled.

“That’s unfortunate.” The Doctor frowned. “Remember what happened to poor little Eva when she misbehaved?”

At this, Sasha’s expression turned livid. “She- she didn’t do anything wrong, you fucking sicko!!” She writhed and squirmed in an attempt to free herself, only succeeding in infuriating herself further.

The Doctor only sounded amused. “I’ll take that as a yes! Keep that in mind going forward. With that being said, I think it’s time we get started.”

#s a s h a a a a #i really like this chapter #i wasn't sure which direction to take this story in but #i'm really enjoying it #eva #sasha #cameron #whump #whump writing #whumblr #hospital whump #gun whump tw

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silverselfshippingchaos · 3 years

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❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞ with Felix!! :>

*evil laughs* This one excites me because it is SO Felix. I’ve been putting off writing this for a while because ✨school✨ but I’m so excited that I finally have some free time!!! I have a few ideas for this one!!! One is during the academy phase and the other during the war phase. Academy Felix really cracks me up, he’s just so awkward. Luckily, academy Ash is just as awkward as usual. They blend well.

Most of this was written at insane hours of the night, so I apologize in advance for typos.

This came out so much longer than I expected omg i am so sorry I swear I didn’t mean to make this almost 5k words-

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Ash finds herself out of breath after an intensive sparring battle with Felix, a friend she’s made at the Officer’s Academy. She and him have found themselves sparring regularly for majority of their school year so far. And every single day, just seeing him made her feel so happy. Goddess, he was so cute! The son of Duke Fraldarius... She was well aware of how unrealistic it would be for him to get together with the daughter of some random merchants, but she never stopped imagining. She takes a deep breath. “Alright!” Ash starts, her chest rising and falling heavily, “I think we should call it a day, yeah? Professor went kinda damn overboard with the homework today, and I’m tired as hell. Need to pick out a dress for the ball, too.” She wipes the sweat from her forehead, running her hands through her hair, adjusting her ponytail.

“That’s fine.” Felix says, tossing his training sword in her direction. She catches it (barely) and places it along with her own back in the corner where they were stored. “Welp, Imma head out. See ya during meal time, Lix! I’ll be in my room if you need me.” She gives him a small wave before turning around and walking towards the large, wooden door.

“Wait.”

“What's up?” She turns around, “Need something?”

“You... You don’t have a date for the ball this moon, am I correct?” Asks Felix, taking a sip of water from the flask he always carried around. He leans back against one of the many stone pillars of the training grounds.

Ash notices how his dark hair falls into his face, his bun messy from training. He was so gorgeous... She tilts her head to the side in confusion. “Yeah, why? Is the pretty Gautier boy trying to set me up again? Tell him I'm not interested. I mean, he’s a great friend and all, but I have eyes for someone els-”

“Be my date.” He says, interrupt her. He brushes a stray strand of his hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. Ash notes how soft it looks.

Ash just blinks. “I-I’m sorry, what?” She must have misheard, she could've sworn she just heard Felix ask her out. Her heart was pounding in her throat.

“You heard me. Be my date.” Says Felix again.

Ash feels her cheeks get warm. Felix. The Felix Hugo “I’ll always be more comfortable holding a sword than a woman’s hand” Fraldarius had just asked her out. “Goddess, I would love to!” She wraps her arms around him in a tight hug. He finds himself quickly inhaling, his breath stuck in his throat as he freezes. He was tense.

But he didn’t hate her touch. He hadn’t really been touched since... He didn’t like talking about it.

“I never thought you’d ask. Never even thought you’d be interested in, well, social gatherings, or asking people out, for that matter.” She’s smiling so wide, and Felix can’t help but to stare. “I-I just... Don’t want any creeps making moves on you. Comforting you would be a bother, so I’d rather keep you where I know you’ll be safe. That’s all. No other reason!” He takes a deep breath and she giggles. Giggles. How dare she giggle and how dare she be so damn cute about it?!?! She was so small and her hair smelt so good. Her breath smelled like those peppermints she always carried around with her. He wanted to hear that giggle again and again, feel her in his arms forever, he wanted her to always smile. All for him. “Thanks so much, Felix. I've actually... wanted this for a while.” She only holds him tighter. He felt so good.

Lost within his fantasies, his knees buckle under him. He awkwardly places his hands on her back. She was so warm... What was he feeling?! He feels his heart flutter in his chest. Why is the world is my face so warm?! He wasn’t a huge believer, but he found himself praying to the Goddess that Ash couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating. She looks up at him, blinking at him with those warm, brown eyes of her. He only feels warmer. He wouldn’t mind staring into them forever. “Are you... okay? You’re shaky.” She asks. Her face was a bit red too, her tan cheeks flushed with color.

Love, romance, they were all distractions. Felix knew that. His only goal was to become stronger. But she was so... cute?! Felix felt weak.

“Shut up. I’m fine. Ugh. You put your arms around me and I felt my knees buckle... How pathetic. This is so stupid!” He yells, bringing his arm away from her back to rub at his temples.

Fuck, did I do something wrong? I knew I shouldn't have hugged him.. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She says, immediately backing away from him, bringing her arms back to her side. “I-I’ll get going now!”

“No!” He says, a bit too enthusiastic, “Don’t go!” She blinks, dumbfounded. “Felix, are you blushing?! What’s gotten into you?!” He covers his face with his hands, “I don’t know, shut up! I’m not blushing, I’m just...” He was at a loss for words, and Ash couldn’t help but shyly cover her face as well. He was so cute when he got shy. It rarely happened, but the way his face gets all red and how he stumbled over his words... So fucking cute. “Just what?!” She questions.

“I’m, um, I don’t know! This is all your fault, why are you so cute?!” One of Felix’s hands slaps over his mouth, but it was too late. “You think I’m... cute?” Ash blinks, her eyes wide.

“You're so slow! You make Sylvain look smart!” He grumbles. “Just, um, meet me at the ball, okay?! That’s all!”

Ash was shocked by just how red he was. Being that red was possible?! Her face felt as hot as the sun, “Oh fucking hell, you’re cute too, damnit!” She blurts.

Never in any of Felix’s 18 years of life has he ever has a crush, but that had officially changed. She called him cute?! What?! If Felix stayed in the training grounds for one more moment, he felt as if he was going to combust. “Felix, you’re worrying me. It's a bit concerning when you see your favorite person here look like the personification of a tomato. I think you're cute too, okay? That's all. If you wanna put this behind us, we can." Says Ash, pushing her red glasses up her nose. Felix notices how small her hands are. Gentle and soft. He wanted to hold them.

"No. I don't. I want to stay with you. You make me happy. But don't you dare tell anyone I said that, got it?" Felix sighs, glad to finally have that off his chest.

She nods. "I feel the same."

Okay, Felix. Deep breaths. I can do this.

"Then date me."

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The next few days leading up to the ball were strange, yet comforting. Ash and Felix still sparred everyday, and the blush on Felix's cheeks only grew. Ash would spend all day thinking about him and how sweet he is.

Balls were a fairly new event for Ash. Yeah, she had attended several somewhat fancy parties, but this was a large scale ball at Garreg Mach. It was the only time where all of the students could get out of their uniforms and truly get a chance to get themselves all dolled up.

Ash had gone dress shopping with a close friend of hers, Sylvain. Sylvain has insisted on tagging along since Ash told him about what happened at the training grounds. Well, actually, it was more like her screaming about how happy she was instead of actually speaking, but that's besides the point.

"You guys aren't gonna coordinate your outfits or anything?" Sylvain asks, walking next to Ash in the shopping district of a nearby town.

Ash shrugs, "Nah, I think we're just gonna meet up and spend the night together."

Sylvain smirks. "As my father always says, no heirs before you're marri-"

Ash rolls her eyes. "Sylvain, shut up. We just started dating."

He chuckles, "Yeah, yeah. Still kind of shocked about that. It's rare seeing him not be... bitchy. He always goes on and on about how love is a waste of time. Now look at him!" Sylvain claps his hands together in excitement, "Anyways, I've heard good things about this shop. A couple girls have been talking about it on our dates and stuff. Let's see what we can find you!"

Although shopping was somewhat difficult, mostly because of Sylvain aggressively flirting with the shopkeeper, Ash certainly wasn't complaining about the discount that they got on her dress. It was long and it reached her toes, emerald in color. Her favorite color. Part of her debated wearing a suit, but she was starstruck when she saw the dress. She gently ran her hand over the expensive fabric. Damn... The jewels sewn into the skirt were simply dazzling. all the work seemed to be hand-stitched. She fell in love at first sight. Luckily, Sylvain seemed to agree and ushered her to the changing rooms, insisting that she try it on. His jaw dropped to the floor when he saw her in the dress. She looked stunning.

“Do I, uh, look alright?” She asks, doing a small twirl. Sylvain just blinks. “You look more than alright. If Felix doesn’t love it, then clearly his eyes don’t work.”

She smiles at the compliment, but then gasps. "Holy shit, Sylvain! This thing has pockets!" That was all she needed to know that this dress was the one. She bought the dress. It left her pockets feeling significantly lighter than they were before she arrived at the shop, but it was so worth it. She felt ecstatic.

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Felix groaned in anger, tugging at his hair in front of his mirror. Why isn’t it sitting right?! He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d tied his hair up in his usual bun, but it never looked right. Normally he kept his bun a bit messy. After all, why would his outwards appearance matter? Was his face going to fight battles for him? But Ash had complimented his hair so much, maybe he’d ought to make it look nice just this one time. He’d hate to disappoint her. He already knew that she was going to look stunning, she always does. He ties it up once again. That’s not even centered!

“Ugh!” Felix yanks the hair tie out of his hair, and hears a snap. He looks down at the broken tie and sighs, tossing it into the trash can under his desk. He grabbed one of the spares he always kept there just in case (after all, training was so annoying with his hair in the way) and takes a deep breath. He bites the hair tie between his teeth, his slender fingers twisting his hair into a bun. He holds it in place with one hand and grabs the tie with the other, securing it in place. Then he needed some pins and some hair oil...

And just to make things clear, Felix only had so many hair products for, um, training reasons. Nothing else.

He takes a deep breath, backing away from his mirror. He looks down at his suit and gently brushes it off, looking at himself in the mirror. Hm. Not bad. Now he had to wait for Ash to arrive at their meeting spot, the courtyard just outside of the reception hall. Part of him was thankful for his dark blue suit. It was easy to move in, and far more comfortable than some of the other outfits he had worn over the years to special events, reserved for only the most esteemed nobles. He adjusts his sleeves. Why was his heart beating so fast? Why was he so nervous?! He tried his hardest to stay undetected on his journey to their meeting spot. If anyone, especially one of his classmates, were to see him this fancied up, he was well aware of how much they’d tease him. He wasn’t a big fan of loud noises, and the crowds upon crowds of students only irritated him.

Felix takes a deep breath, the air chilly against his face and hands. “She better hurry. I don’t have all the time in the world.”

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Ash was stressing out. Getting the dress on was a hassle in it of itself. “Why is the hell is the skirt so damn puffy?!” She yells, trying to find out which hole was for her arms and which for her head. She lets out a sigh on relief. Okay, we got this. She looks at her own reflection. “Damn... I look decent.” A small smile made its way to her face, but it immediately slipped away.

Did her makeup look okay? Does it need more green? Or am I overdoing it? More glitter? Eh... She reaches for her brushes again. Maybe a bit more dark green would help..? Shadows are good. “You gotta add dimension, sis... Gotta blend...” She mutters to herself under her breath. A small little touch up on her blush... A bit of pink to the lips... “Okay! I think we can put this away now...” She packs up her makeup palettes, putting them back into her drawers. Time for the most stressful part. Ash loved jewelry, and accessorizing could bring a lot of life to an outfit if done well. She sorts through unless pairs of earrings. After much debate, she settles on some silver ones, emerald in them. She’s quite proud of how much her jewelry collection has expanded over the years. Her parents weren’t filthy rich, but they were some decently well-known merchants. Her mother would always buy her jewelry items for her birthdays. I should write a letter to mom and dad soon...

Necklace time. The stress was eating away at her. Ash always was a bit on-edge, but making decisions...? Not the best couple, to put it simply. “The silver one would match my earrings, so... But the bronze one has a little moon on it...”

She looks back into the mirror. Silver necklace it was. Ash looks down at her hands. Too bare. She picked out her favorite ring, one that she bought herself quite recently. It’s silver, so it should look alright... She tilts her head to the side. “Would two rings be overkill..?” She puts the rings aside. Okay, now we need bracelets...

She was shocked by the sound of footsteps in front of her first-floor dorm with lots of chatter to accompany them. The other students were already heading to the ball?! “Oh fucking hell!” She grabs a random one from her box and kicks on some casual boots. Not appropriate for her dress, but the dress was long enough. And she valued comfort. She slides on the bracelet. String. Dark blue and thin, a small charm of a star on it. She rushes out of her room and begins to make her way to the courtyard.

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Felix is looking up at the sky. It's somewhat chilly, but being from northern Faerghus, he didn't mind it. After all, he hadn't been standing here for long. Knowing Ash, she probably got her head stuck in some random book again. Cute.

He hears footsteps. A small smirk makes its way onto his face. "Felix! Hey!" It was her. Her voice always got so high pitched when she was excited, Felix loved the sound of it. He continued to stare up at the sky. "Hello, how are yo-" He looks down at her. From the huge gown, the bright makeup to the rings on her fingers, she looked... breathtaking. "Wow." He blinks. "You don't look bad at all." He says.

Ash smiles. That's the best you can get from a guy like Felix. She looks him and up down. His suit, dark blue, just the slightest bit tight, hugging his body. She looks at his hair, and how it looked like it took so time consuming. "You look so good, Felix."

Felix smiles softly, "Thanks." He holds out his hand, which she takes gratefully. He holds her hand tight, gently bringing it up to his lips. She feels her face go warm. "A-Anyways. Let's go inside. Don't want you catching a cold, that dress looks thin. I hope you're prepared to dance." Says Felix, walking towards the door to the reception hall.

"You see, Felix..." Starts Ash, stopping her moments completely. He looks back at her. "I, uh, don't know how to dance." She admits. "Tch, how pathetic. I guess I'll teach you then." Felix rolls his eyes, opening the door for her. "Wow, how gentlemanly~!" Teases Ash, walking through the door.

"Ballroom dancing isn't too difficult, you should be fine." Felix explains, leading her to the dancefloor. They receive a few odd looks, but one stare back from Felix made them stop. "Got it. How do you know so much about this, anyway? Never took you for the dancer type." Shrugs Ash, brushing down her skirt.

"Trust me, I'm not. Had to take classes as a kid. Had that shit buried into my brain, I don't think I'll soon forget. My brother also really enjoyed- Nevermind. I said nothing. No use talking about someone who's long dead. Maybe if they took swordplay more seriously than dancing of all things, they wouldn't be a bunch of damn fools. But oh well, basic knowledge of ballroom dancing is a bit of a requirement for nobles. It's stupid, I know." Ash nods, but she felt a pang in her heart upon seeing the pure sadness on Felix's face as he brought up his brother.. "I mean, if you can't beat 'em in a fight, maybe you can knock them out with your, uh, rocking moves?"

"Ugh, you are the worst." Groans Felix, but Ash didn't miss the smile on his face. "Anyways," He sighs, "Give me your other hand. Follow my lead."

"Okay, I can do that"

"And don't you dare step on my toes, are we clear?"

"Eh, no promises."

"Idiot."

Ash smirks. "Your idiot."

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"Ugh!" Ash plops down onto a chair away from the bustling dance floor, "I am fucking exhausted. Dancing has no right being that hard."

Felix sits down right next to her on a nearby chair, "Having your toes constantly stepped on is quite hard too, I'll have you know."

She reaches over and grabs his hand, rubbing small circles into it with her thumb. "Hey, I'm sorry! Maybe you shouldn't have put your feet where I was gonna put mine." She laughs. Felix stares at her. That was his favorite sound.

"Hmph. If you keep being that inattentive in the battlefield, youre going to get yourself killed." He sighs, "Don't you dare die on me."

She smiles, "I won't. I mean, how can I when I have someone so strong watching my back?"

Felix feels his face heat up. "You're not horrible, though. You're good at keeping a steady rhythm. Perhaps professor should've chose you to represent the Blue Lions at the White Heron Cup." He adds.

"Oh, thanks. It was pretty fun, dancing with you. We should dance again sometime, yeah?" She looks up at him, her dark brown eyes shining in the lights. “And I personally think that you would be so much better for the White Heron Cup. I mean, you’re not a horrible mage and your skills with a sword are unrivaled. And hey, if I were to see you in the dancer outfit, I’d be motivated for sure, if ya know what I mean.” She smirks and gives him a small wink. Felix can't help but stare. Why is she so beautiful?! And why the hell am I suddenly so flustered?! This is pathetic...

“You are such a fool.” He rolls his eyes.

“Oh yeah? And you’re blushing.” She points out,

“It’s just... really hot here! Maybe we should get out of here? You once mentioned that you liked walking around during nightfall, so... I thought it’d be nice. And it’s also very loud here. Need some respite.” Suggests Felix.

Ash gasps, “You remember that?! You’re the sweetest. I’d love to.” She wraps her arms around his body, pulling him close.

“Goddess, you are so touchy....... Don’t you dare stop.”

“I won’t. I love being close to you. You make me feel so safe.” Ash holds his hand and plays with his fingers. She was surprised by how soft they were, considering how much he fights and trains. They seemed to interlock perfectly with her own.

Felix was still getting used to being held and touched. He hasn’t been big on physical contact since he was a child, and nowadays, it usually just made him feel uncomfortable. But he didn’t mind Ash’s touch. It was soft and loving. It made him happy.

“Follow me. I found a place I think you’ll like.” Felix says, cautiously walking towards the exit. Surely it wouldn’t be too difficult to sneak out. All of the staff were much too busy to notice the absence of two students.

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“A tower? This is what you wanted to show me? It’s really pretty.” Ash questions.

Felix nods. “This is the Goddess Tower. There’s a nice view from the top.” Felix begins to rush up the steps, and Ash tries her best to follow. But with her dress getting in the way and the sheer amount of steps to climb, she found herself tripping. “Slow down, damnit!” She yells.

“You are so slow!” Felix sighs and climbs down a few steps to where she was. He picks her up, one hand under her knees and the other supporting her head. “Oh my-” She started screaming as he began to run about the stairs again. “Shh, shut up!” He whispers. “I don’t think you’re realizing that we’re not supposed to be caught here.”

“Okay, okay.” Ash wraps her arms around him, resting her hands on the silky fabric of his suit jacket. “Just don’t drop me, got it? You may be one of my favorite people, but that in no way, shape, or form will stop me from sticking a fucking Thoron up your ass!"

Felix snorts. And starts laughing. Actually laughing. Not one of his usual cocky chuckles, but a full on laugh.

Ash had never heard him laugh before, but it was now her favorite sound in the world. Music to her ears.

“Your laugh is really cute.”

Felix went red.

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“Here.” Says Felix, lowering Ash back onto her feet. She smiles, “Thank you so much, you didn’t have to.” He was panting softly, “It was nothing. Welcome to the Goddess Tower.”

She looks around the dark tower, moss and vines on the walls, “Woah, it’s so nice here. It’s a great view. The monastery and the town, the stars... Thanks for bringing me here.” She looks up at the stars. The softness of her eyes made Felix feel warm.

“Have you heard the legend of the Goddess Tower?” Felix asks, “That if you make a pledge, it will be fulfilled? Childish, I know. But if it were true...”

She smiles, “That’s actually kinda cool. Let’s make a pledge to the Goddess, then.”

“I pledge to...” Felix stops, lost in thought. “Become the strongest warrior in all of Fódlan.”

Ash nods, “I admire that. You’re very passionate about your pursuit of strength, I’ve always loved that about you. You know what you want and you’ll do a lot to get it. And if you don’t mind me asking, why is it that you want to become so strong?”

“I...” He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, “I’ve never really thought about that. The weak die, the strong live on. Grow strong so you may live, and live to grow stronger. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want to... die. I don’t want to lose. I can’t lose. I’ve already lost so much. Mother....” He hesitates. “Brother. And now I just have one more thing that I can’t lose.” He whispers.

Ash pulls him in for a small hug, “Thanks for opening up to me, I know that talking about your feeling sucks, I get it. Are you okay with sharing what that new thing is?”

“You. Obviously.”

Ash’s eyes go wide, “Oh. I don’t want to lose you either.”

“Anyways, what’s your pledge?” Asks Felix, “I can’t be the only one making one.”

“I pledge to...” Ash blinks, shivering from the cold of the night. “I’m not sure. I don’t really know what I want in my life. I want to... be happy, I guess. I want my name to go down in history. I don’t want to be forgotten. That’s one of my biggest fears, actually. I want people to remember me, I want to lead a life that makes me happy. Not what my parents want, not what my sister wants, what I want. I won’t be forgotten. I will be happy. I’ll live a life that makes me proud to be me. I pledge that to the Goddess.” She sighs, her breath foggy in the air. She feels a gentle warmth drape over her shoulders. Felix adjusts his suit jacket so that it covers her. “Is that better? I’d hate for my favorite sparring partner to catch a cold.”

The jacket was so warm. A bit too big for her, but it felt so nice. And it smelled just like Felix, too. She felt loved. “A lot better. But what about you? Aren’t you going to get cold?” She asks, taking off the jacket and giving it back to him. He refuses, pushing the fabric back into her arms. “You need it more than I do. I’m good with the cold, I grew up training during snow storms.”

“Welp, thanks then.” She looks up at him, and he was looking right back down at her. It was dark, but she felt safe.

“An interesting pledge... I won’t let you be forgotten. We’ll be happy, I know it. It’s difficult, I know, but I have you now. And you have me.” Felix cups her face in his hands, leaning in slightly.

“Thank you.” I’m not rushing this, am I? “Felix, I... I love you.”

His amber eyes go wide, dark in the lighting of the night. O-Oh..

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sai-” Ash starts, backing away.

He pulls her close and kisses her.

Ash freezes in his arms for a moment before kissing back. No way. No way in hell... The kiss was awkward and messy, but it felt so right.

Felix pulls away after what felt like an eternity of pure bliss. Her lips tasted like peppermint, and they were so soft against his own. He was glad that she couldn’t see the blush on his face. “I love you too, moron.”

“Oh. Wow. Oh my. I can’t believe this is happening, holy shit.” Ash says, laughing. “That was my first time kissing someone...”

“Oh? You spend all your time with that flirting dimwit, so that’s quite shocking. It was... my first time kissing someone too.” Felix admits.

“Looks like it’s a lot different than the romance novels describe it, huh?” Ash smiles, getting on the tips of her toes to reach his lips. She kisses him again.

Felix can’t stop smiling. This was the best night ever.

“It’s getting late and cold. Everyone else is heading back, too. I’ll walk you back to your room, alright?”

Ash nods and Felix takes her hand in his own, his heart still pounding fast in his chest. It took a while to get back to Ash’s room, considering how high up they were, but the silence was a comfortable one.

“And we’re here!” Says Ash when they arrive in front of her room. The smile on her face hasn’t faded in the slightest, and seeing her happy made Felix feel like he was flying. “Thank you so much for tonight, Lixie.” She giggles.

“Lixie, huh? That’s a new one. You usually just stick with Lix.”

“Nah, Lixie’s cuter. Cute nickname for a cute guy, am I right?”

“Ugh.” Felix smiles, “Just go to bed, you halfwit.”

“One more thing!” Ash pulls him down for a quick kiss. Felix smiles, he smiles bigger than he has in a long time. “Tonight was nice. Sleep well, okay?” He ruffles her hair and starts walking away.

“Wait!” She yells. Felix turns around. She slides the jacket off her shoulders and holds it out for him to grab. He shakes his head no, “Keep it. It looks better on you.” And with that, he walks back to his own dorm.

He couldn’t sleep that night. He kept replaying the memory of her kissing him again and again in his head. “I am so pathetic... Acting like some stupid pup over some silly girl...” He smiles. “I love her.”

Little did he know, she couldn’t sleep either. The moment Felix left, Ash squealed into her pillow. His soft hair, his sharp eyes, stupid smirk, soothing voice... He was so perfect.

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#oop #my hand slipped #i didnt mean to make this so long awsjfhailwenf #writing felix always kinda scares me because i tend to write him so soft?? even though he's actually a really huge jerk??#so im a bit anxious posting this #twas a lot of fun to write though #i enjoyed it #thank you vv much for the ask hehe #answered #me x the boys #bunny 💙🦁

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New little reylo modern au fanfic I posted last night... 😌

Title: Why Did We Break Up?

Side Note - There’s a happy ending, of course!

Rated M (Language and additional tags to be added later...)

Summary: Rey and Ben recently broke up but living in the same apartment building does not help them to move on...It helps them to find out why they decided to break up in the first place and realize how good things actually were between them.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22251973/chapters/53135227

A little note: This first chapter was inspired by a fanfic prompt via tumblr:

'we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt'

I've wanted to write a reylo fic based on this prompt for the longest time. I might add other prompts to this story, so stay tuned. Post Tros, writing more reylo fic has definitely helped to cope. Also, it's helping to get me out of this bad case of writer's block I've been having for months. So, in advance, please excuse any typos because I really just want to write, and post as much as I can. So, anyway hope you like this and continue to read what comes next! And, thank you so much for just taking the time to read; it’s seriously always so appreciated :)

Chapter 1: Asshole

Rey's hand automatically went to her right side, to feel for...him. She opened her eyes to see the empty side of the bed. She sighed in frustration and laid on her back, looking at the tan-colored ceiling. The sun still had not peeked through her curtains so Rey knew she was up too early.

She rolled on her left side and reached for her cell phone on the nightstand. She squinted her eyes, rubbing at them, trying to wake up. After a few seconds, she finally saw the time was 5:25. She groaned with displeasure knowing she woke up much earlier than anticipated. She also didn't want to go back to sleep, just in case she slept through her alarm.

Rey covered her eyes with her arm and released a deep sigh. She knew she was going to get up in a few minutes but her mind went to Ben Solo, her ex-boyfriend of three days. They had been dating just a little over two years, about the same amount of time she and Rose had been living in this apartment. Rey put her arm over his pillow as if she could run her fingers through his dark silky hair.

A few minutes later, the sun was rising, hitting Rey's curtains, making her open her eyes. "Okay, I can do this!" Rey pulled the covers off of her and started to get up. She sat at the edge of the bed, her feet touching the hardwood floor. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms over her head, back arched. She looked back at her phone which was next to her pillow. She leaned over to reach for it, her hand slightly touching the phone, but her head touched the pillow first and she laid on her stomach, closing her eyes, "Five more minutes..." she whispered.

More than five minutes later, Rey's roommate, Rose Tico yelled, "Rey!" from outside her door. She knocked and knocked until the door finally opened and revealed a panicked Rey looking right at Rose, eyes enlarged.

“Shit!" Rey shouted as she ran toward their bathroom.

"Well, good morning to you too!" Rose said quickly as she followed Rey.

Rey opened the bathroom door and said over her shoulder, "Sorry, Rose! I can't believe I overslept ahh!"

Rose approached the bathroom, the door slightly ajar, and could hear the water turning on. She could hear the shower curtain moving to one side, then back. Rose crossed her arms, "I knew something was wrong when the smell of coffee didn't wake me up. I've gotten used to that alarm clock."

Rey laughed, "What a way to start the week huh?"

"Yeah, Mondays are the worst!" Rose said in agreement. "Did you want me to make coffee? I have the afternoon shift this week so I—"

"It's okay Rose! I'm just going to grab something at the corner café, thanks though!"

"Okay..." Rose checked her watch and said, "It's ten after 7, Rey..."

"Oh my God! Why is the time going by so fucking fast?!"

Rose laughed, "I'd like to know that too! See you later then, Rey."

In the shower, Rey was rinsing her hair when she barely could hear Rose and said, "Okay!" Rey closed her eyes, making sure she didn't get any shampoo in her eyes; that's something else she didn't need this morning.

Minutes later, Rey walked outside her apartment building, the sun shining brightly in her direction. She breathed the air in, taking the warm sun hitting her face. She turned briefly, feeling the sun touch her wet messy bun then started to walk. Rey could feel it was going to be another crisp autumn day in New Republic City. It was a huge metropolis filled with different boroughs and neighborhoods. Rey first came to the city when she started University. That was seven years ago and she still had not been to all the neighborhoods.

Rey was half a block away from the corner café to get a quick coffee before the ten-minute drive to Takodana when she saw Ben walk outside of the corner café, walking her way. She gasped without meaning to. She had been thinking of him but seeing him made her heart beat a little faster.

Ben Solo took a sip of his coffee then instantly found Rey's intense stare. He swallowed, thankful his coffee didn't go another way due to being taken back at seeing his ex-girlfriend so soon. He was going to say something but his eyes looked quickly at her shirt, then back into her eyes. He immediately grinned, satisfied at what he saw.

Rey was surprised that Ben had a fucking grin. She narrowed her eyes, "Ben," she simply said as they were passing each other.

Ben nodded and said in return, "Rey." His voice sounded so familiar, gentle, and deep. Rey would not admit it but she missed his damn voice. She shook her head and was about to say something else when she noticed his grin was not going away.

Rey scoffed, walked away, and abruptly stopped as she swore she heard him chuckle. She would not look back, nope she told herself. She looked down and instantly found why he grinned, "Fuck!" She said a little too loudly. A mother with her young daughter was walking by her just then and she received a dark glare from the mother. Rey shrugged and mouthed sorry to her, not receiving a second glance. Rey shrugged and looked back at her shirt, underneath her black blazer. She was wearing his shirt! His fucking shirt. In the rush to get ready, instead of putting on a solid gray shirt she accidentally put on his gray shirt with the name of his favorite band: The Knights of Ren. Rey shook her head and looked back toward the apartment, Ben nowhere in sight. She looked away and sighed, hating that he grinned like the cocky asshole he is! "Gahh!" Rey shook her head in frustration. It was too late to change now. Rey looked at her phone, cursed again, and walked the last couple of steps toward the café.

#I’m excited for this one <3 #reylo #fanfic #reylo fanfic #modern au #ao3 #why did we break up?#chapter 1 #rey #ben solo #kylo ren #rey x ben #long post

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wakandaforeverwrites · 6 years

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Learn Ya || Chapter 5

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter Notes: This shit is hella long and very very loosely proofread and edited so excuse any typos. Most of this chapter is told through Amaya’s POV, but there is some T’Challa thrown in, I just wasn’t feeling his POV all that much when I wrote it. And if you look hard enough, you can see what might be my next fic starting in this chapter.

Amaya was going to have to send Charlie on some kind of vacation. She had worked a miracle overnight. She had stayed up all night doing Amaya’s hair into a short wavy asymmetrical bob that suited her face more than she had thought it would. She even called off for work the next morning so the door of them could spend the day getting ready for her date.

Amaya was nervous the entire time that Charlie did her makeup. It was the natural no makeup look that fooled most men into thinking women weren’t wearing any at all. She rubbed her glossy lips together as rubbed in her lotion onto her legs and her arms, the subtle scent of roses filling up the small bedroom. Her hands were shaking so much that she nearly went blind trying to spray perfume on her neck.

She turned and twisted in her full length mirror, trying to get all angles of her body. She didn’t exactly have plans to sleep with T’Challa on the first date but she made sure that the yellow lace bra and panties were perfect matches of each other and she had gotten a Brazilian earlier in the day just as a precautionary measure. She didn’t want to leave anything up to chance.

She slipped into the fitted yellow dress, securing the thin straps over her shoulders and smoothing out her skirt. It stopped just above her knees. When she picked it out, she remembered the way he looked at her legs the first day they met and she wanted to show them off as much as she could. Maybe there was a small part of her that was trying to entice him. She wanted all of his attention to be on her.

The knock on the door had her heart beating rapidly. She knew it wasn’t T’Challa as he had texted her earlier in the day for her address and to reassure her that he was sending a car for her. She didn’t know where they were going to dinner because she was so indecisive that she couldn’t decide. Instead, she relinquished control to him and let him pick the place. All she had to do was show up looking as good as she always did.

Charlie’s giggle from the living room caught Amaya’s attention. She grabbed her small clutch, making sure she had everything she needed, and her phone before she walked out toward the living room. She saw Charlie with her hands on her hips and a small smile on her lips. Her smile was directed towards the bald woman that was standing in the doorway. It wasn’t the same woman from the centre, but she had similar tattoos on the top of her head. Her presence was even more commanding and Amaya wasn’t the only one that noticed. By the way Charlie was staring at the woman, she definitely noticed and she was looking at her with lust in her eyes. All Amaya could think was how much a bottom her best friend was and how much she went for dominating women.

She cleared her throat and the two of them finally realized she was in the room. Charlie seemed like she had to tear her eyes away from the woman and Amaya could only shake her head.

“Amaya?” Her voice was heavy with the same accent as T’Challa’s.

“That’s me.” She offered the woman a smile that she didn’t return. That only made Amaya feel even more nervous than she did before. “Can you give a second?” She grabbed Charlie’s hand and pulled her to the kitchen.

“What’s up?” Lines appeared in her forehead.

“I’m not going.” She tried to sound confident in her words, but even those sounded as uncomfortable as she felt.

“Hold that thought.” Charlie held up a finger before she turned and went to the freezer. She grabbed the bottle of vodka they always had in the back of the freezer. She said nothing as she grabbed two shot glasses from the cabinet and filled them up. She held on out to Amaya who wasted no time downing the whole thing and barely wincing as it went down. “Better?”

“Not at all, but I probably shouldn’t get drunk.” Even as she spoke, she was still reaching for Charlie’s shot glass and downed that one as well.

“Mhmm if you say so. Now you wanna tell me why you’re not going?” She leaned her hip against the counter with her arms folded, going into full best in friend mode.

“I haven’t been on a date in a while and I’m nervous.” She reached for the liquor bottle again, but Charlie pulled it away from her before she could get a good grip on it.

“Because of Rod?” Amaya nodded her head and Charlie rolled her eyes. “Listen, you’re not going to let this man stop your whole life. Did he hurt you? Yes, but that’s no reason to put everything on hold. This man is showing interest in you from what I can see, and one date isn’t going to turn into some full blown relationship. It’s one night so go and have fun. Hell, get some free food out the nigga.”

Amaya couldn’t help but laugh. She had to admit that Charlie had a point. She was too inside her head and overthinking things the way she always did. It was just one night and it didn’t have to be any more than that if she decided that she didn’t want it to be. This didn’t have to be anything more than just fun for her if that was all she wanted.

“You’re right.” She could only shake her head at how childfish she was being. She was too old to be acting like this, but there was something about T’Challa that made her feel all nervous and jittery.

“Bitch, I know I’m right.” Charlie rolled her eyes as she went to replace the vodka bottle back into his original spot. “Are you done acting like a little punk? Are you ready to go get some royal dick?”

“I’m not going to sleep with him.” Charlie looked unconvinced, blinking slowly. “I’m not.”

“Okay, sure.” She grabbed Amaya’s shoulders and gave them a little squeeze. “I just want you to get outside of your own head and have fun.”

She was really going to have do something nice for Charlie. She would probably be on her way to her bedroom to watch something on serial killers if it wasn’t for her. Charlie did what she always did and kept Amaya from isolating herself the way she always managed to. Amaya took a deep breath and tried to hype herself up as best she could as she walked back out to the living room. The woman was still standing in the same spot and her eyes were bouncing around the room taking in every inch of it.

“So I’m assuming you’re the person T’Challa sent to pick me up?” She ran a hand over her arm. Her nervous energy was begging to be released in some way.

“Yes, the king has sent me. Shall we go?” She was asking a question but something told Amaya that there was only one answer she was looking for.

“Lead the way.” Again when she smiled, it wasn’t returned.

The ride was a quiet one. Amaya quickly learned that the woman wasn’t one for conversation. After three questions were answered with very few words, she gave up and enjoyed the rest of the ride in silence. She had managed to calm herself down but the nerves were back in full force when she saw T’Challa standing on the sidewalk, waiting for her.

Her heart was racing as he opened the door for her and helped her out of the car.

••••••

When she stepped out of the car, T’Challa was taken aback. The way her dressed hugged her curves was incredible. And the color against her skin was doing things to him that he would never admit out loud. He had told himself that he was going to be respectful but that was going to prove to be more difficult than he had anticipated.

“Hi.” Her glossy lips pulled back into a smile as she looked at him.

He brought her in close, wrapping his arm around her waist in a hug. He was no longer a shy man and had no problems acting on his desires. With his lips pressing against the shell of her ear, he spoke. “You look incredible.” When he pulled back, she was biting her lips.

“Thank you. You don’t look half bad yourself, Sir.”

And there it was again. That word that made him have to fight hard against the strong urge to bend her over the nearest surface and truly give her a reason to call him Sir. He was almost sure that she knew exactly what she was doing. There was a certain infliction in her voice each time she said it that made it hard for him to believe otherwise.

He offered his arm to her and she slipped her hand around his bicep. He could feel her hand shaking against his arm. He wanted to ask if she was nervous but he feared that it would only make things worse. He wanted her to feel comfortable around him. She leaned into him and he was met with her strong scent; floral with the slightest hint of something sweet.

He held the door open for her and he could swear that there was a look of surprise that passed over her face before she walked through the door. He followed her and allowed his hand to press against the small of her back. He led her up to the roof, allowing her to step out first. She turned and looked at him with her brow raised.

“What is it?” He worried that it might have been too much, all the lights and the candles everywhere. The man in the corner playing soft music on the violin seemed like a good idea before, but now it seemed a bit over the top given the way Amaya was looking at him.

“Did you do all of this?”

T’Challa nodded his head. “Is it too much?”

“No….well, yeah it’s a lot but I like it.” She turned back to look at everything once more. “It’s just no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

“That’s a shame.” He gestured towards the table. He didn’t really want to discuss the men that had previously been in her life and the things that they did or didn’t do for her. None of that mattered to him when he was more concerned with what was happening right now.

He pulled out her chair for her sit down before he sat across from her. Her eyes were still looking around, taking everything in.

“So is she spending the rest of the night with us?” She gestured with her hand behind him.

He didn’t have to turn around to know that Okoye was standing there. There was no immediate danger and unless Amaya decided to try and stab him with her steak knife, he was sure there would be no threat for the rest of the night.

“Does she make you uncomfortable?”

She shook her head. “I mean I’m nervous but it really has nothing to do with her.”

“What are you nervous about?” There was a moment where he worried if there was something he had done to make her nervous.

“It’s just been a while since I’ve been on a date.” She pressed her lips together.

“Who said this was a date?” He leaned back on his chair doing what he could to keep the smile from his face.

“Me. I just did.”

“And I have no say in this?” He enjoyed that she was able to think quickly on her feet even while she was nervous.

“You’re not use to someone else making the decisions are you?” She lifted a brow.

“Not at all. I prefer to have control in all aspects of my life.”

“That doesn’t surprise me at all. You’re very demanding from what I can see.” She chewed at the corner of her lip.

“And does that bother you?” He leaned forward a little, eyes watching her for face for any sort of sign that he was making her uncomfortable. “Does a man taking control bother you?”

“When it’s the right man, not at all, Sir.” He watched her shift in her seat but her eyes never left his.

She was an interesting combination. One moment she seemed a little shy and as if he was making her nervous and second guess things, but in the same breath she could be bold as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She would bounce so quickly from one to the other and then back again that it was enough make his head spin. He couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t enjoy it. It was making him want to get to know her even more.

“Are you trying to subtly tell me that I’m that right man?”

She cleared her throat and he could see her retreating back into herself the way she seemed to do when he asked her something directly. “So you never answered my question. Will she be staying with us the rest of the night?”

“Amaya.” He kept his voice even and calm though there was a bit of annoyance currently coursing through him.

“Yes?”

“When I ask you a question, I expect an actual answer.” She inhaled sharply but nodded her head. He had been expecting one of her usual sassy comments but he was glad that she was keeping them to herself. At least for the time being.

“I barely know you so there’s no way for me to definitively say if you’re that right man or not.” She licked her lips and shrugged one shoulder slightly. He had no choice but to take her words with a grain of salt.

“That’s the whole reason I invited you out tonight. For the two of us to get to know each other. I’m aware you that have a boyfriend-“

“No.” She shook her head.

“Excuse me?” His brows furrowed in confusion.

“I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.” There was a bit of disgust in her voice as she spoke.

T’Challa felt himself begin to smile and he had to stop himself. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No, you’re not.” She laughed with a small shake of her head. The sound had the smile spreading across his face.

“I was attempting to be a gentleman. It would have been rude of me to be happy about the demise of your relationship.”

“So were you being a gentleman when you asked me out while you still thought I had a boyfriend?” She folded her arms across her chest and it was hell for him to keep his eyes on hers in that moment. The last thing he needed was her to think this was nothing more than just about sex for him.

“I’m not a man that allows much to get in my way.” He meant every word that he said.

“Bold of you to assume that there was anything getting in your way before.” He noticed the the right grip one hand had over her arm, her fingers digging into the skin.

“I can’t say for certain that that’s true, but I can say that there’s nothing getting in my way now it seems.”

“There isn’t a single thing getting the way.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and that simple gesture had him ready to bend her across the table.

“To answer your question from before, yes she will be staying with us. She goes where I go for the most part.” His words seemed to have snapped her free from whatever daze she was in. Her eyes blinking back into the focus.

“Why is that?”

“She’s the general of the Dora and one of the most skilled fighters I have. She goes where I feel like I may need protection.” There was a look of confusion that passed over her face.

“Okay, the only Dora I know is a little Mexican girl that goes on adventures with her pet monkey who wears boots.” Now it was T’Challa’s turn to be confused.

“Should I know what you’re talking about?”

She waved her hand in the air and shook her head. “It’s a kids show so it’s safe to assume we’re definitely not talking about the same thing.”

“The Dora I’m talking about is the Dora Milaje. They’re Wakanda’s female warriors. Similar to what you would consider an army.” He explained to her.

“All female army? And there’s no men whatsoever?” He shook his head at Amaya’s question. “That’s actually really dope. I like that. So the other woman that was with you at the centre was also one of your warriors.”

“Yes, she occupies me when Okoye can not but those moments are rare.” She looked genuinely interested as he spoke. He liked that he had her full attention no matter what he was talking about.

“My apologies for the delay in dinner, Sir.” The chef’s voice took T’Challa by surprise. Not only did he had Amaya’s full attention but she also had his. “To start with, we have artichoke bruschetta.”

A waiter placed a plate down in front of each of them as another filled their glasses with red wine. He grabbed his napkin and spread it out across his lap. He didn’t touch his food until Amaya took a bite of hers. There was a small moan that sounded behind her lips and had him watching her carefully as her eyes fluttered closed as she chewed and swallowed. The smooth length of her neck was just calling out for his mouth to explore every inch of it.

••••••

Amaya could feel his eyes on her and the longer he stared, the harder it was for her to ignore. She tried to distract herself with her glass of wine, taking a large sip in hopes that it would calm her nerves.

“I recall you mentioning that your major was political science. What do you plan on doing with that degree?”

She swallowed the bite of food that was in her mouth and licked her lip. “Nothing really. I just needed an undergrad degree so I could go to law school and my high guidance counselor told me that would be a good degree to start with.”

“Law school?” He looked impressed. “When do you start?”

“In 56 days.”

“Not that you’re counting or anything, right?” He joked with a smile on his face. He really did have a beautiful smile and she found herself liking the sight of it more and more each time she saw it.

“Oh, I’ve been counting down the days since I first got accepted.” She could still remember how excited she was when she ripped open the acceptance letter.

“What law school?” He sipped from his wine glass and when her eyes zeroed on the way he swallowed and found herself getting turned on by it, she knew right then that it had been too long since the last time she’d had sex. “You’ll have to forgive me if I’m asking too many questions.”

“No, the questions are fine. That is how you get to know someone.” She actually found that she enjoyed the questions. She enjoyed even more that he seemed interested in her answers. “I’ll be going to Stanford. It’s a little bit of a financial strain on my mom but she refuses to let me go anywhere else. It’s been my dream school since before I even knew what a dream school was.”

“And your mother is willing to make that sacrifice in order to make your dreams come true.”

It was more an observation rather than a question but she nodded her head anyway because she did agree with this words. Her mother had been sacrificing for Amaya for years and she always told herself that the moment she was in the right position that she would make sure her mother never had to worry about a thing.

“What about your parents?” He couldn’t be the only one asking questions. She needed to ask a few of her own in order to get to know him. “What’s your family like?”

“My father passed away a few years and now it’s just myself, my mom, and my younger sister, Shuri.” Hearing that his father was no longer alive made her feel guilty for asking in the first place. She knew from first hand experience that losing a loved one was never easy and wasn’t something that someone ever got over.

“I’m sorry. We can talk about something else if you want.” She gulped down the rest of her wine before she managed to put her foot any further into her mouth. “Like how you never did tell what it’s like to be a king.”

T’Challa almost looked grateful as he took a moment to take another bite of his food. “I won’t lie and say that it isn’t challenging but it’s far more rewarding.”

“What’s your favorite part?” She gave the waiter who refilled her wine glass a soft smile as a thank you.

“Why don’t you guess.” The smile he gave her had her feeling as though she had a pulse between her legs. Why was that so sexy?

“I’m going to assume it’s because you like having control and the control you get to have over an entire country turns you on?”

“I will admit, that amount of control is nice but it’s not what turns me on.” He didn’t seem to care that she was joking.

She ran her tongue across her bottom lip. “Then what does turn you on?”

T’Challa was saved from having to give an answer to her question by the chef and the waiters with their next course. A plate of pasta was placed front of each of them and a different kind of wine to accompany it. Her attention was solely on the man sitting across from her that she didn’t hear a thing the second course. She couldn’t be less invested in the food if she tried.

“T’Challa.” She called out to him. His brows raised a little and she cleared her throat softly. “When I ask you a question, I expect an actual answer.”

When he didn’t immediately laugh, she worried that may have crossed a line that she wasn’t supposed to. She found herself chewing on her top lip as he stared at her, unmoving with a gaze so intense that she could feel it boring a hole right through her.

“You have quite the mouth on you.” He finally shook his head, and she was glad that he didn’t appear to be upset by her quip.

“I like to think it’s one of my best assets and that it’ll come in handy when I become a world renowned prosecutor.” She feigned innocence as she took a small bite of the pasta, finding that she didn’t really like it.

“I like to think that it will be the thing that lands you in trouble.” He didn’t sound like he was joking in the least.

“You’ve said that before and now I’m curious about what kinda trouble you’re talking about.” She couldn’t help herself. She knew she was walking herself into something that she might not be ready for, but her curiosity was getting the better of her.

“The kind that will you leave you with an ass so sore that you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

Amaya made the mistake of taking a sip of wine as he spoke, and while his words caught her completely off guard, she nearly choked, coughing and sputtering with her hand on her chest. It took her a moment before she was able to catch her breath. His face was entirely serious without even a twitch of his lips to let her know that his words weren’t to be taken seriously.

“Is that something you’re interested in?” She knew she should change the subject, but he was the one that said they were here to get to know each other. As far as she was concerned this was her getting to know him.

“Is this really the conversation you would like to have right now?”

“No, probably not. So we’re gonna pretend like I didn’t ask that.” She shook her head. Despite her words, she was still curious. She wanted to know if that was truly something if he was into. Even more than that, she wanted to know if that was something he wanted to do to her. Her eyes flickered towards his hands and she could only think of how much he could make it hurt. “So what’s for dessert?” Food seemed like the perfect distraction from the thoughts she was having because if she didn’t, there was no telling what she might try to do.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” He gestured towards the food that she still had only taken one bite of.

“I didn’t really like it. I think it might be the sauce. It’s too sweet or something.” She shrugged her shoulders.

T’Challa pushed back his chair to stand to his feet and dropped his napkin on the table all in one fluid motion. He walked around the table and held out his hand to her. “Come dance with me.”

“What?” She took his head and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

He said nothing until his hand was slipping around her waist and he was pulling her close. “Dessert won’t be ready be a little while so we might as well do something to kill the time.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck as his other arm joined the first around her waist. He didn’t allow an inch of space between their bodies and she found her body molding into his. His breath was warm against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn’t place the song that was being played on the violin, but it was her new favorite song whatever it was.

He kept his hands just at the small of her back and they didn’t stray any lower or higher. She was almost hoping that they would move a little lower, but she would never admit that to him. At least not on the first date. She didn’t want him to think any differently of her. She could feel the idle patterns his thumbs traced against her back through the thin material of her dress as he took the lead, guiding her body to move with his perfectly.

“You know, most men would have had their hands on my ass by now.” She lifted her head so her chin was no longer resting on his shoulder and she could look at him.

“I’m not most men.” He grabbed her hand, using it to spin her around until her back was pressed against his chest. Both arms wrapped back around her waist. “Besides, it’s truly your legs that get to me.”

“I knew it! I saw you staring at them when we first met.” She laughed softly and couldn’t help but feel a little smug because she had been right.

“And here I was thinking I was being discreet about it.” Her body jumped against his with his laughter.

“You should probably work on that.” She looked up and sad the waiting staff placing another plate down on the table. “Oh dessert.” She tried to pull away from his embrace only to have him pull her back.

“Am I really being left for food?”

“You’re being left for dessert so I suggest you let me go and join me before I eat both mine and yours.” She wiggled out of his grasp so she could make her way to the table.

Once she made it to the table, she noticed that her chair had been moved closer to his and there was only one plate of chocolate cake sitting in the middle of the table. As she sat down, she watched him stride closer to the table. Every movement he made exuded confidence and there was a certain sex appeal that came along with that was hard for her to ignore. She had her fork in her hand by the time he sat down.

“You were really going to start without me, weren’t you?” He could only shake his head.

“Absolutely. You were moving too slow.” She was at least nice enough to wait until he seated before she cut into the piece of cake and took the first bite. “Where’s your piece?”

He grabbed her hand before she could pull the plate closer to her side. “This is a big enough piece for the two of us to share.” He grabbed his own fork and took his own bite. “You have little something on your face.”

She used her fingers to wipe at the corner of her mouth and her cheek. “Did I get it?”

“No, you did not. Come here.” He gestured for her to lean forward and so she did. She was a little shocked when his thumb swiped across her bottom lip, igniting something inside of her. Her hand wrapped around his wrist before his hand could get too far away from her. She brought his hand to her mouth so she could wrap her lips around his thumb, sucking the chocolate frosting from it. “Amaya.”

She relished the fact that his voice sounded so strained and she smiled softly as she released his thumb from her mouth.

“I don’t waste cake.” That was all she offered in the way of an explanation as she went back to the dessert in front of them. She moaned around the fork as the melted chocolate hit her tongue.

“Would you and the cake like to be alone?” He has placed his own fork down and was simply watching her now.

“Actually I would.” She picked up the plate so she could have it to herself. “You’re more than welcome to watch if you’re into that kinda thing, Sir.”

He didn’t respond but she could have sworn that she heard him growl but the sound was so soft that she may have heard what she wanted to hear. His arm extended behind her chair and she felt the soft brush of his fingers against his shoulder. She found herself leaning into the touch and almost taking comfort in it. When he stared at her this time, she didn’t feel the least bit self conscious. She actually liked it and it made her want to smile a little.

“My king, I am sorry to interrupt, but there is a problem that requires your attention.” Her voice was soft but it was still enough to grab T’Challa’s attention.

“Can it not wait?” His only left Amaya for a second as he spoke.

“I’m afraid not. It’s urgent.”

“This won’t take long.” He reassured Amaya as he stood from her seat, his hand dropping from her shoulder and leaving her missing his touch the moment that it was gone.

She watched him leave, chewing at her bottom lip as she went. She had almost forgotten that he did have responsibilities that a normal average man didn’t have and that just reminded her of that. Instead of dwelling on that, she focused her attention on finishing off the cake. She scrapping the leftover frosting from the plate when he approached the table again.

“I apologize, but I’m going to have to cut this evening short. This matter does require my full attention unfortunately.” He didn’t sound too happy about whatever the matter was. Amaya nodded her head and tried not to look too disappointed. “The car will take you home.”

“Okay.” She hated how sad her voice sounded. She was having a good time and she hated that it had to end.

“I will make this up to you when all of this gets figured out.” He promised and she got the feeling that he was the kind of man that kept his promises.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” She told him seriously as she stood to her feet and grabbed her small clutch from the table. “I would have to punish you for not keeping your word.”

“How many times do I have to warn you about that mouth of yours? It will get you into nothing but trouble.” His eyes flickered down towards her lips as she smiled.

“So you keep saying but that won’t happen right now. You have some important things you need to take care of.” She threw back at him. She was sure that her mouth would eventually get her into trouble with him but it just wouldn’t be in that matter and he knew that as much as she did.

“You should consider yourself lucky this time.” He leaned forward and she felt his lips graze against her cheek in a soft kiss that had something flipping around in her stomach. “I would like to know that you’ve made it home safely so please text me when you make it.”

“I will.” She nodded her head.

She watched him leave and she couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off of her face as she did.

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Family Found Part 29: A Dangerous Road

Starrcade is a success. On Monday night, some secrets about what happened at Survivor Series come out, making some people doubt the Reader.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst

Word Count: 3280

Note: I’m sorry if there are typos, I couldn’t get my fancy proof-program to connect. Now that Survivor Series is done, we’re getting into the more difficult stuff to write. The point of this series is to see if I can keep coming up with enough ideas to last a year. I am officially running out of the original ideas. Please let me know what you guys have liked so far. Also, due to storyline differences, Braun isn’t injured in mine. Part of me thinks he’s injured because he’s taking his vacation time. Should I write him out for that time, or keep him in? Any and all feedback super appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 28: Not a Total Loss

Starrcade – November 24, 2018 – Cincinnati, OH

The big eight-women tag match started the Raw matches for Starrcade. Ruby Riott sneered at the other team from between Tamina and Mickie James. On the other side, Nia Jax, Rhonda Rousey, and Ember Moon glared back. The last two members of the teams, Sasha Banks and Bayley, kept a level gaze with each other. Something Natalya noticed from her seat on commentary.

“That Sasha-Bayley glare is going to lead to something either disastrous or something great!”

Nia and Tamina started off. Their moves made the ring shiver, and their teammate’s legs to wobble on the apron. Ruby tagged herself in and did a decent job keeping Nia off her feet. Rhonda tagged herself in, sending Ruby running back toward the ropes so the ref had to make her back off. Thwarted, she turned to Ruby’s corner and knocked everybody off the apron. Sasha was gone before she got there, running along the apron and dropping to the floor with Ruby’s neck in her hands, making it bounce between the ropes.

“Told you!” Natalya shouted, slightly disappointed that the rest of Sasha’s team didn’t notice.

Bayley ran around and checked to make sure nobody did, taking out Mickie on the way by and starting a series of conflicts on the floor. The rotation continued inside the ring, keeping the ref’s head on a swivel. Ember tagged in from Bayley, and caught Mickie in Total Eclipse, ending the match. Sasha shot one more look at Bayley, who nodded back.

***

Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas bounced around in the ring, hyping up the crowd until Titus and Apollo Crews came in. When their match began, it was pretty even. Titus and Bo started it off with a quick series of hits and moves. Curtis had a hard time keeping up with Apollo’s acrobatics, but he took him to the mat for an almost pin with his strength.

In the corner, Titus disappeared from sight, which was incredible considering his height. When Apollo and a camera were able to circle around the ring post, they found his tag partner on the ground with Braun Strowman sitting on his chest and raining blow after blow into his chest. The ref called for the disqualification, making Titus and Apollo the number one contenders for the Raw tag titles.

“How are they supposed to fight their best after such a beat down?” Michael Cole wondered.

Corey Graves sighed. “I think that was the point, Cole.”

***

The dark arena was illuminated by several beams of light onto a single spot. “Hello, I am Elias.” He strummed, playing out a cheerful ditty. He paused and looked around. “You know, I should have lowered my expectations for Cincinnati. Even still, they would never have been low enough for this crummy town. I mean, what do you expect from the birthplace of a guy like Dean Ambrose?” He chuckled and went to play again, but Baron’s music interrupted.

“We don’t have time for this, Elias. Not that anyone actually wanted to hear you play.” Baron strutted down the ramp.

“Nobody really wants to see you wrestle either, but here we are,” Elias shot back. He grinned wide and ‘welcomed’ Baron into the ring. His momentary tag partner growled on his way through the ropes.

Seth and Dean entered next, the white and gold belt on the shoulder furthest from Dean. He tapped it, looking pointedly at the two men in the ring. Dean tightened his wrist tape.

They all fought hard, each barely giving the other an inch. Dean almost had Baron in a Dirty Deeds, but Elias swooped in and helped spin him out of it. Seth rushed in with a quick tag, only to catch a jumping knee from the Drifter, dropping to the canvas like a stone. The referee was able to usher their opponents out of the ring while Dean rolled Seth back to the corner so he could claim the tag. He had to fight both of them while Seth recovered. Just in time, they traded spots so Seth could Curb Stomp Baron.

Individually, the losers made their way back up the ramp while Dean and Seth mocked them from the ropes.

***

“The following match is for the Universal Championship!”

Finn held up his title, standing still even though the referee held an arm up to keep him from moving forward. Drew McIntyre was still too. Jojo left the ring quickly, rushing to her seat safe and far away from the ring long before the bell rang. It was for the best because it was still ringing when they engaged.

From every hit and bounce of Finn across the ring, it looked like Drew was going to take the night and the title. He was quicker than Finn. Three steps ahead. Studied in Finn’s patterns. Every which way that Finn turned, Drew was there with a strong fist or a Scottish boot that never quite made a full impact.

Renee pressed her headphones tighter onto her ears, listening intently to the ring mics. “Can… can you guys hear that?” The announce table got quiet. “Is… is Finn-“

“It sounds like he’s growling.” Corey gulped.

Drew tossed the champion across the ring again towards the ropes. Instead of bouncing off of them like usual, Finn caught the top ropes and froze. His back muscles rippled like he was still in a fight, though he wasn’t moving. When he turned, Drew involuntarily took a step back. Balor had the reigns. And he took vengeance on being toyed with by taking his turn to throw Drew around the ring. He finished with a sharp Coup de Grace and a flex that eased away into Finn’s exhausted, but proud, smile.

***

Monday Night Raw – November 26, 2018

When the show began, you and Stephanie McMahon were standing in the ring. There was a small, tall, round table between you, and the Raw women’s division on either side. With a deep breath to calm your nerves, you ignored Stephanie’s hard ‘impress me’ face and dove right into what you had to say.

“Twenty-eighteen has been a monumental year for the women’s division. Most recently there was the all-women pay-per-view Evolution, which was a fantastic hit. In my short time as general manager, I have been able to see the talent of each and every woman in this ring, and that of the talent on Smackdown, right in front of me. And each week it astounds me. But I can’t help think something has been missing.”

Around the ring, the women nodded in agreement.

“Last week I made the announcement that a new title would come into play for this division. Tag team titles. Tonight, Stephanie McMahon and I have the privilege of reveling those titles to you,” you said, looking around the ring, “and to you, the WWE universe.” The crowd cheered, making you beam as you took the half step to the table. With a nod, you and Stephanie each tugged at one layer of fabric, pulling it back to reveal the new Raw women’s tag team titles.

The gold accents glittered under the lights. Breathtaking. “But I’m not done. Tonight, we will have the first match in a tournament to determine the first tag team champions. And that first match will start-“

“In just a moment, I’m sure.” Ruby Riott stepped out of the line, flanked by Liv and Sarah. “I can’t deny that we have made waves this year, but I have to say we have not made the progress we should have. These titles are coming to the Riott Squad first because no one else in this ring deserves them. We will hold them, defend them, and prove that our Riott against what the women’s division is justified. The women’s division is weak. A bunch of sniveling little girls who whine when they don’t get chances. Who aren’t willing to fight with every ounce of what they have to achieve a goal. Or if they do, it isn’t enough.”

Stephanie shot you a look. Control this. You nodded back. “That is a fantastic plan. And you will have your chance.” The Riott Squad sneered in delight. “But not tonight.” Their faces dropped. “Perhaps another week. In the meantime, would you please get out of the ring?”

***

In one corner, Ember and Dana Brook whispered to each other, planning how they were going to win the match. On the other side, Nia and Tamina shared a look. They may have been on opposite sides at Starrcade, but why divide the two most powerful women on the roster? They proved that power by tossing each woman from one side of the ring to the other. Ember and Dana each had a good moment, taking the taller women out at the knees and then following up with another hit that made it possible to try for a pin. It was few and far between, but they were good attempts. Attempts that were like irritating bee stings to Nia and Tamina.

They took their vengeance by thwarting both Ember and Dana’s finishers and rerouting the energy into their own devastating moves. Tamina pinned Dana while Nia had Ember by the hair on the outside. The steel stairs fell apart as Nia send Ember through them. She grabbed a mic while Tamina rolled Dana out of the ring.

“This. This is what the women’s division is. It’s power. It’s a fight. We,” she motioned between them, “are the women’s division. Those tag titles are going to be ours, make no mistake. But my ambition doesn’t stop there. Natalya, get out here. I know you want to finish what Ember started, but I’ve taken care of her. You know what I want.”

Natalya came out to the stage, her title over her shoulder and an over-bright smile on her face. “Yes, sweetie? I think I do know what you want. You want this.” She tapped the belt. After a moment’s thought, she nodded. “And you know what, I want to see you try. Next week. I’ll see you there, and I’ll see you fail.” She dropped the mic and held the title high, walking backward until she was backstage.

***

Back in your office, Stephanie was proudly looking at the women’s tag titles sitting on their pedestal. “I have to admit, despite the fiasco at Survivor Series, I’m looking forward to your future time as general manager here. These are a great idea.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Ah-“

“Stephanie.”

She smiled. “I may have been… irritated with you last week, but there’s still no need to be so formal. Keep up the good work.” She didn’t wait for a reply before leaving. You had about two seconds to breathe, then Dolph Ziggler invaded the space.

“You need to have a serious talk with your monster,” he spat.

Oh dear. “What are you talking about?”

He grit his teeth, glaring at Braun as he came into your office too. “I circled back to the security at Survivor Series. I know who attacked me. Originally I thought it was Sheamus or his teammate, Cesaro. But that’s not what the camera showed. Instead, it was a great big Strowman fist that bounced off the back of my head. It’s amazing I didn’t end up with a concussion.” He rubbed the back of his head for emphasis. “He needs to be controlled-“

“I asked him to do it.”

Dolph and Braun froze. You stood, calm and collected, and met Dolph’s eye. He blinked in surprise. “You… you what? Why?”

“I asked Braun to keep you from the match for two reasons. One. It was a match that didn’t need to happen in the first place, but you went ahead with it despite my direct order not to. I can’t have that kind of insubordination on my roster.”

Dolph sputtered and growled. Braun moved to step between you, but you raised your hand.

“Two. It was an excuse for the trainers to finally check you out. They had noticed that you had been favoring your knee in matches, and then came to me when you kept ‘missing’ your appointments.” Now Dolph looked sheepish, but you ignored that and continued. “No matter. Everything worked out. I won my own battle. You got the rest you so desperately needed. And, you have been cleared to compete again. Congratulations.”

He was at a loss for words. You could almost physically see the wheels turning in his head as he turned on his heel and left your office.

Braun waited until he was gone before gently tapping your shoulder. “This isn’t going to become a habit, right?”

You shook your head. “As long as people don’t keep secrets from me, I won’t keep anyone from them.” He didn’t seem to believe you, so you pressed. “What are you worried about? If I ever need to ‘take you out,’ I’d have to call over to Smackdown for Big Show. And that probably wouldn’t even work. All former matches considered. But we’ve been working well together. So, I don’t see any foreseeable problems. Do you?”

“No,” he rumbled.

“Good.” You gave him a curt nod. “Now, good luck with your match tonight.” It took no small amount of focus to keep your tone and expression calm while Braun thought over the underhanded threat. When he left, you finally let out the breath you’d been holding.

***

Titus and Apollo didn’t hold up much better against Dr. M and Braun than they did on Saturday. This time, Dr. M was in the ring the most, trying out new tricks and laughing as the old ones continued to be useful. He was fully engaged in the match and enjoying himself. On the other hand, Braun seemed distant. Going through the motions was still more than Titus World Wide could handle, but it nearly caught him in a pin more than once. It was beginning to grate on Dr. M that Braun kept tagging himself out.

“Braun!” Dr. M called. “Focus on the healing at hand.” He held out his palm, calling him in to engage. On the canvas, Apollo was crawling back to his corner, where Titus was struggling to climb back onto the apron. The doctor crowed with triumph as Braun accepted the tag. He continued to grin with pride as Braun finished the match. They were champions for another week. Dr. M turned from the carnage in the ring. Now, he could focus on the original plan.

***

The pen in your hand clicked shut just as Dean walked in. You smiled brightly, letting it dim only a little when he didn’t smile back. “I can see already that you don’t approve.”

“You’re a smart woman, Y/N. I figured you knew on Saturday or before that I wouldn’t approve. Look, Dolph isn’t my favorite person, but calling a hit on him? That’s… that’s not what I was expecting from you.”

Another techie handed you a clipboard to sign. “It’s not what a lot of people expected of me. I didn’t expect it of me. But as Survivor Series came rolling up, I saw how much it mean to Stephanie and to you guys, then Dolph made that match… I couldn’t let it happen. There was already too much hanging in the balance. My control over my personal life was something I needed to handle myself.”

Dean fiddled with the hem of his sweatshirt sleeves. “You’re headed down a dangerous road.”

“No, I’m not. I know what I’m doing. I’ve established that I’m willing to do anything for Monday Night Raw, and I’m going to hang onto that power.” With a sigh, you waved another clipboard away. “But I didn’t call you in here to get scolded. You’ve got a match tonight. But… what kind of a match do you need? Easy? Ambrose versus the world? Or-”

“Give me the worst odds, or at least some bad ones,” he said, giving you the slightest grin.

“I figured. Then, head to the ring. And have fun.”

He was almost gone when he turned back. “We’re not through with this discussion, young lady.”

You giggled. “Yes, sir, Deano, sir!” As he left, you had to agree; this was far from over.

***

The match you made for Dean was a three-on-one handicap match.

Jinder Mahal had Sunil start the match, and then when Dean tired him out, sent in Samir. Only after they were both too exhausted and at risk of not being able to kick out, then and only then did Jinder tag in. By then, Dean was starting to move a little slower. Something the Maharaja had been counting on. He successfully sling-shot Dean around the ring into the ropes and turnbuckles.

But pride is not power.

The crowd’s cheers helped Dean get to his feet, despite being in a chokehold in the center of the ring. Jinder looked to his corner as he began bouncing back and forth on the ropes, powering up to something. The Singh brothers were still splayed out on the ringside floor. By the time Jinder turned around, Dean was there with a kick to the stomach and a satisfying Dirty Deeds.

When it came to Dean, the odds rarely ever mattered.

***

Seth strolled through the hallways around Gorilla, smiling when he found who he was looking for. “Hey, I’ve got a proposition for you.”

Barely looking up from his phone, Finn chuckled. “Oh. And what would that be?”

“A match tonight. But, with a little extra.” He smirked when Finn put his phone away, obviously interested. “You pick a teammate, and I’ll pick someone. That way it’ll be a different match that Clash of Champions. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Deal. Then… I’ll meet you in the ring. If you can find anyone so late notice.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “I could say the same to you.” He watched him leave, then went in a different direction to finds someone to tag with.

***

Both men found teammates that they knew would the other pause. Mojo Rawley entered with Seth, and Elias entered with Finn. The demon king and the drifter sang for a little bit, even though one was royally off-key. The discordance continued into the match. Each time Finn was in the ring, and Mojo wanted to tag out, Seth refused to tag in. The way around with Elias. For the majority of the match, the last-minute additions were the ones doing all the work. And they noticed. And they didn’t like it.

Seth tried to tag out as Finn was forced into the ring. Instead of accepting the tag or dropping to the floor, Mojo sucker-punched his partner. “Pin him,” he shouted at Finn. The Irishman shook his head, backing away into his corner. Soon he was face-down on the canvas too. Across the ring, Mojo and Elias shared a look. They eased their way through the ropes, eyeing one another with distrust as they crossed to beat up the other’s teammate. Both went for a pin. Seth and Finn kicked out, sharing a look as they huffed and puffed.

The match was done. Everybody knew it. So, Elias and Mojo left the ring. Before they could make it far, Seth and Finn took turns sailing over the ropes and landing on them. Two, three times Mojo and Elias were able to stagger to their feet. Three times, the champions sent them back to the floor. When they didn’t rise a fourth time, Seth and Finn accepted their titles from the ref. They leaned against the ropes and laughed, knocking their titles together in a toast.

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Story of The Ice Wolf

PART 5

OTHER PARTS:

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4.1 PART 4.2 PART 6

WARNINGS: mentions of grief, torture (inflicted on reader), blood.

By the way this chapter is almost 5K.

Hey fellas! as I stated last chapter, there’s more story coming, we will see a little more of backstory of the reader and the twins. Now regarding this background, as I mentioned beforehand, in this story the twins Wanda and Pietro are not portrayed as we typically see them in other stories or even the MCU, sure they have the essence and personality (I hope) but this story is not flowers and sunshine, just have that in mind while reading. If something makes you feel uncomfortable or just something doesn’t feel right for you, send me a message and we can chat it out.

As always typos and errors are my bad, sorry.

"We will keep the details of the mission and what happened behind closed doors. The official statement is that Y/N and Bucky are on an undercover mission. We can't let the truth be known, not until we have an answer solid enough to reassure people peace of mind" Maria takes over "We will have a private ceremony..." "No" Tony interrupts Hill. "Bucky and Y/N were not that kind of believers" If you want to do one is up to you, but I'm sure that where ever they are they will laugh at us". "Stark is right, drink it off don't cry it out" Her best life counseling, even Barnes agreed on that one, May says. Everyone chuckles lightly. "Let's drink it off in their memory".

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The pressure on your brain slowly pulls you out of the dark oblivion, your body feels trapped, something cold kisses your exposed skin, your brain begins to register the pain of your joints. A disgustingly familiar Russian voice starts to beckon you. "Ice Wolf, open your eyes asset". "Ice Wolf" There's no third call. A surge of electrical discharge shakes you to the core, making you open your eyes as you scream in agony. As your body rides the aftershocks, a hand grips forcibly your hair lifting your head. "Captain is good to have you again on our ranks" he says in Russian. You sneer a dry "Fuck you Yuri". His open hand slaps you hard and unforgivingly, making you spit blood as your face is turned to the right "That's no way of talking to your handler asset". Your voice is a gruff hiss "You are not my handler sergeant" you are quick to spit blood and drool straight to his face. You try to launch yourself at him, but you are clasped to a metal wall, the wall mounted handcuffs give you no space to move, you trash with all your strength but the burn in your veins tells you that is in vain, the flesh in your joints and neck end up raw and bleeding. He only stares blankly at your before letting out a mocking boisterous laugh "I want you to meet your new handler and team mates before we make you forget them" he calls them to come in. A tall bulky Russian man comes in followed by two girls, one has dark mist swirling around her hands her face is stern and uninterested, the second one has a smirk on her face and archangel wings (Anika?). "Captain Ice Wolf a 'honor' seeing you again" he says sarcasm heavy on his voice. "Go to hell Salarov" you voice is harsh and hateful. "Allow us to greet you properly" he lifts a syringe full of a nerve wrecking familiar dark liquid, he jabs the needle in your neck, the dark liquid starts making your veins feel even more on fire, you don't scream instead you set your jaw and groan in pain, the veins and tendons on your neck bulge under the strain. When the initial burn starts to wear off you notice the sinister smile on the men faces, Yuri hands Salarov bright almost white branding iron shaped with Hydras symbol. The dark serum is awfully painful on its own, but is meant to weaken you and make every single wound unbearable while you are able to withstand deadly wounds, making it hard for you to die still there’s a breaking point in that. The Salarov juggles with the metal branding mockingly, with no warning he jabs the metal on the old scared flesh on your chest re-doing the branding, you can’t hold back this time you scream in agony, muscles tensing up in pain. ---

Six months have passed since the day Bucky and you made the ultimate sacrifice, and Wanda still can wrap her thoughts around the fact that you are no longer there.

She is on a constant limbo of sadness, bitterness and anger, she is angry at Fury for making the call, she is angry at you for doing such a stupid thing, she is bitter because the four of you saw the clues and still walked in, and she is sad, that deep hollowing sadness that not even revenge call fill up.

She is curled up in the sofa of your shared loft, she is wearing one of your leather jackets that still smell like you, she eyes at the guitar resting on the wall that one was yours, cup of tea in her hand, she knows better than get smashed in the middle of the day.

She is not fool or naive, since the first time they saw you bloodied, beaten, tumbling into the warehouse you all used to call home after their parents were killed, they realized that death was a stalking companion. They understood how possible it was that you might not come home again or even them, the sokovian streets were a mess.

That's why after a lot shouting and fighting they convinced you to let them fight too and get involved in all the not so legal things you did to get money, sure you put rules and you were taking the worst part of the burden and responsibility, but not all anymore.

Since the day they found you bloody beaten, they took you in. Their parents knew nothing about you. You said you were seven, but you looked at least two years older, you were bigger and way stronger than the other kids. The lack of your papers and the thin financial situation of they were in resulted in you not being able to go to the school (besides you got expulsed before getting in for beating down a group of kids making fun of the twins in the school yard). Wanda can't hold back her jiggle at that memory.

Instead their mama taught you everything at home, how to read, numbers, equations, you learnt English from her and Spanish from an ex-CIA neighbor, Grace she was a hacker so she taught you how mend around technology and you avidly learnt, somedays she took you outskirts to shoot but you already knew your way around weapons, she used to call you 'lil Sokovian devil' some time later she nick named you "Sokovian Ghost" due to your hacking skills and your tendency to lurk in the shadows gathering intel.

She smiles at the good memories coming to her head. You were family even before you were her lover, always taking care of them and even helping others.

While their parents were still alive, the three were trouble always on the run, you taught them how fight to defend themselves, their parents learnt that fact when the twins got suspended for kicking their bullies asses. You were so excited and proud of them that you fist bumped them in front of the director of the school, he yelled at you for encouraging them and you simply stared at him and shrug it off. Their parents couldn't hold back their laughter at you not giving fucks about it, if something the week they got suspended you taught them grappling.

When things got rough you stayed strong, even though your adoptive parents home was available after their deaths, the three of you slept most of the time in a warehouse or in Grace's place to avoid social services, she didn't mind, those were the days that you all eat better, specially you (you avoided meals to buy them treats but they didn't knew).

Tears start gathering in her eyes, they knew the risks of their lifestyle, they spent 4 years in the streets making jobs for drug dealers and informants. Later at the age of 17 you 18 behind Hydra's back the three of you took over the Sokovian illegal affairs from weapon traffic to drug dealing that's how you meet Zemo and his unit then partnering up with him, he was the official face you three were the master minds and the ones doing the extra dirty work, the streets were less messy and now it was yours.

She misses the constant presence that you were in her life, you were fiercely protective of her you even killed on spot stupid guys cat hollering at her (mostly in your Hydra days). But you also made her feel strong and confident on her own, you never down talk her or keep her from doing things and missions.

Pietro, Wanda alongside Natasha they have become ruthless and merciless in the missions, to the point of plain slaughters, resulting in awful scolding’s from the star spangled cap and lectures from Fury, Hill is in the middle, she doesn't scold them, she is more empathic but always reminds them that they are better than that.

She plainly misses you, the hard-cold facade you built around you to show the world was that, a facade a mask. Pietro and her knew the real you, the caring person that loved cuddles a fluff ball with her, you loved sneaking out just the three of you, sometimes Loki will tag along even Zrinka and Costel when they visited, you all went outskirts to make bonfires and drink off the night while playing guitars like the small rock band trio that you were.

She misses how at her comeback from missions you always had something prepared to make her feel at home helping her wash away the mission followed by cuddles and a glass of wine, other times if she wasn't too tired or hurt you'd take her to extravagant dinners or you'll make a homemade meal, you didn't best her at cooking but you were far, far better than Pietro, he is a lost cause, even their mama recognized that when they were little.

Sometimes when she is trying to relax at the bathtub after a mission her minds tricks her, sometimes she foolishly think that you will walk in the bathroom to lift her in your arms to take her to your shared bed. Her heart breaks again when the truth seeps back in her mind.

She misses the sex because it never was plain sex, the two of you were vanilla in that aspect of your intimacy, the tough life and the scars you both have is the testimony of you not liking kinky hardcore things. You were gentle and caring with an edge of roughness is she asked you to be, but you were a dork as much as smooth, charming talker you were you always made her laugh in glee.

She shamelessly used her powers to spice things up though, but that was as kinky as you two went, she ghostly caressed your skin with her powers, red energy dancing on your skin, shivers of pleasure trailing along the places she touched or holding off your hands with her powers as she made you come undone under her ministrations.

You were always teasing her of how the sweetest and most innocent looking of the trio was the kinkiest dipshit, regardless you adored her always looking at her like a lovesick puppy.

She can see how much Pietro misses you, you were his sistra in every sense of the word, for him you were that immoveable force strong, confident and caring. You helped him get a hold of his powers and break barriers, go beyond his limits just like you did with her, during this process you even end up hurt but you always brushed it off telling them how someday they might save you with their powers.

Pietro was fiercely protective of both of you, but he always respected your rank and dynamic, however in the moments you faltered or just needed a break he was there to support you, and take over the lead until you were back on your feet.

He admired you, he wished that someday he could be as strong as you. They saw you being tortured in Hydra's grasp how they piece you back together with steel with no regard of your mental state or body. They went through the training with you, however Hydra's trainers always pushed you to breaking points to make you the finest weapon. Still you swallowed your revenge feelings and worked for them, never losing the soft caring side reserved only for them.

You fulfilled your promise, you got them out of Hydra to a better life, that's the life you've been having this past five plus years. Pietro always pictured you on it, he was thinking on marrying his girlfriend Zrinka but he couldn't bear the thought of you not being there, not when even their parents wouldn't be there. Wanda was his only family left, sure Zrinka and Costel are family but the bonds and the experiences you've been through together makes it impossible that someone will fill the void that your absence has left.

Wanda was always teasing you at how now that you were Avengers it was more plausible that you two would end up in jail due to your shenanigans. Pietro being the flirty shit he is, loved going to bars and strip clubs to wreak havoc and you were always with him, even she would tag along just for the fun of it and get you worked up.

Most of the time only you and Pietro would go to street racing, she was wishing you two would end up caught up by the police so she could witness Tony and Steve making an excuse to bail you out, you never fell in jail.

Clint now more than before has been acting like a father figure for them, he is making sure that they don't do reckless things, making sure they eat properly and trying his best to cheer them up in his Clint fashion way, but is hard because not only the twins are hurting, Nat is hurting too she is closed off and distant, even when she partners up with the twins the rest of the time she keeps to herself.

Tony and Steve are still a little uneasy on how to approach the three of them, Tony is blaming himself and his ego, Steve is just lost he puts on his strong face but behind closed doors he is not better than Pietro, Bucky was his only family left, he lost the only person that know him before all this mess, he lost a brother too. Besides he respected you, even when the two of you had a rough start, he admired you just like he admires Natasha, it breaks his heart knowing that a wrong call did this much damage.

Tony, the billionaire is trying his best he even tries to cheer up Pietro buying him a new car, but the silver haired man, politely refused telling him the story of how the first car he ever had is a Dodge Challenger RT 73, you had it restored and tuned for him, three weeks later he crashed the right side during a street race. when he told you just laugh it up telling him that you bet Wanda a week until he crashed it, and you lost the bet and regarding the car it was now his problem to have it repaired, pretty much was a 'work your ass off to pay the repairs' with a pat of his back. Tony laugh wholeheartedly at the story, you indeed were something.

The next days (months?) are a complete blur you can hear yourself scream, other times you hear Bucky scream in agony, that's the only way you both know you are still alive. Both are being beaten to make you comply obedience (They'll need more than that). They refused to wip you both, they now know that Wanda will be able to snap you out of it. Even though you are being beaten to unconsciousness on daily basis, you learn two things, the one with the archangel wings code name is 'Dark Angel' (so original, and is indeed Anika) she can blast you with energy spheres. The other girl is called Dark Mist she can play with your mind and hurl you round with her telekinesis like a ragdoll, both of them can knock your ass out. The next time you regain consciousness you are strapped to a metal chair, Salarov and his two companions enter the lab room, he has a spider like dispositive on his hand. "Time to obey asset" there’s other two soldats that you know well, after some wrestle they forcibly shove a mouthguard on you. You are not stupid, you know what is about to happen, the scientist fiddle with the equipment setting it up, they lower the head piece in place, you try with all your strength to scape, but is in vein, Salarov only laughs at you “Do it” the scientist turns the machine on. You can feel the electricity swimming in your head, the pressure on your brain makes your sight fill with black dots, then it becomes white, the mouthguard can’t stop the agony screams and grunts, the other soldiers stand unfaced at your suffering.

They repeat the process at least a couple of times at the end your jaw is locked close like a Rottweiler, they pry out the mouthguard leaving you panting like a wounded animal. Your head feels crushed, pain is all you can register, you can hear Russian voices around you, several heartbeats (or is just yours?) you sight is blurry, but slowly it clears out. When Salarov ugly mug comes in sight you growl at him, you don’t know how you end up there, but in the back of your mind you know that Bucky is somewhere near.

The soldiers unclasp the handcuffs, but your body feels out cold, they haul you off the seat to toss you to the cold unforgiving floor. Your body is so heavy and beaten that falls like a sack. The sergeant nods at the soldats who land hard merciless kicks at your midriff, you growl and fumble in pain. After tasting a couple of boots, they forcibly make you kneel, your body hunches to the front, a dark oblivion is tempting you to surrender. The Mist traps you in place her energy makes your skin shiver in disgust. Salarov crunches before you he makes the spider like dispositive pierce your scalp, skull and the metal plate on the right side, you feel tentacles swimming beneath your skin running down your neck, a new burn runs through your veins.

(I can only hope that Bucky is dead to avoid being through this). "Status report soldat". "FUCK YOU" you venomously grunt spatting blood at him. He forcibly wipes out the blood off his face. "Increase the poison". You hiss in pain as your voice starts to falter, sight getting even blurrier. "Status report soldat" "F-FUCK YOU" your words are slurred but not less despiteful. "More" he grunts. You can’t voice a thing, your body shakes but you refuse to comply. They up the dose more, you can feel your thoughts drifting away, mind starting to blank even the pain starts to shut off. "Status report soldat" he angrily request. You voice is cold, emotionless, void of any human trait, after all the screaming in agony your voice is husky "Ready to comply" you mind is blank you don't longer feel or think, your stare is stern cold and unforgiving. "Code name" he request the glee in his voice is clear. "Ice Wolf" a kick of a boot sole your left cheek snap your face to the right, but you are unfaced staring blankly at the unknown. "Wrong, code name: asset 1. Repeat code name soldat" "Asset 1".

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The soldats drag you to other lab room, where the doctors patch you up, before they store you, they show you some pictures requesting you to tell the names of the people framed, in the beginning you can name them all, but after awful discharges on your head you start forgetting the man with a slug smirk and dark brown eyes, the one with blue eyes an a shield, a redhead with green eyes, the man with metal arm, the one with the patch, a stern woman with blue eyes, an Asian woman with confident stance…every single one of them get lost in a void, the last ones you forget is a grey haired man with piercing blue eyes and a brunette woman with bright green eyes, they are replaced with enemies, a group call avengers they are targets to be eliminated given the order by your handler. The last thing you register is cold, is almost like a déjà vu, cold…cold until everything shuts off.

--- It's been two plus years since that mission, the avengers have taken down a several of Hydra's bases and hideouts. But despite all this effort a new Hydra unit has appeared three soldiers and two enhanced, they've been responsible of assassinations of important politicians some ex-Hydra high ranks and even done some terrorist attacks, their moves are always deadly precise and organized, the avengers have encountered them a several times. The only intel they have is that the leader is called the Dark Tiger, his fighting style and armor like T'achalla's of course in no way as advanced as the king’s. He is always flanked by two soldiers (suspected super soldiers) they are always acting like shields to him, the intel says that this two are new advanced versions of the Ice Wolf and Winter Soldier (mocking the fallen ones with the names). The first enhanced posse’s electricity generation and telekinesis her code name Dark Mist, the other one poses archangel wings, can create energy blasts and has teletransportation, code name Dark Angel. The last members of this team are two 4’0 tall black wolves, one of them has bionic front limbs with long sharp claws the second one has bionic back limbs and bionic front paws they are always close to the Dark Wolf and the Dark Soldier. --- [Avengers Compound]

The avengers are gathered in the kitchen and dining table, some of them eating others talking. Wanda is currently talking with Natasha. As the news are playing in the background. *Breaking news, the truth about S.H.I.E.L.D's last failure*. The avengers pay no mind, since the Hydra mew group showed up some TV hosts have taken as their mission to talking crap about them. *... Well Charles, guess what we have here, you know about the rumors of the Wolf and the Winter Soldier, the Avengers said that the 'former' Hydra soldiers are on an undercover mission. Well unless this mission involves going to hell with no ticket back..." Everyone halted what they were doing. Steve turns up the volume. Wanda's eyes turn red in anger while Natasha schools her features. *An anonymous source has leaked footage of a carnage almost two years ago...* The video shows footage of the fight *As you all can see the almighty heroes and S.H.I.E.L.D agents had their asses busted, but hold on, the best part is coming...* All the avengers stop what they are doing to look the news, they make their way to living space. "...The Wolf and the Winter Soldier were the chosen bait, they stayed back and end up blown to pieces, the last thing you see is Thor and Vision recovering some of their weapons and their masks all the items bloodied and beaten. And we are not done yet, this anonymous source was kind enough to reveal that our ‘beloved’ Wolf was in no way a hero, she was a high ranked Hydra member, high in the command chain, Y/N was a captain known as the Ice Wolf. Responsible for this* A large file package is shown. *She did all this with no brain washing or mind control, she was a mercenary, a cold blood mons...* the sound is turn off. Nat tries to calm down Wanda who right now is livid and crying. Pietro goes to them to engulf them on a big protective hug, his voice is full of anger “I’ll be right back, I’m going to kill him”, when he tries to rush out of the door Clint halts him with a hand on his chest “Hold your horses speedster, think before you do” Pietro groans in annoyance and goes back to his twin holding her close and kissing the crown of her head. "F.R.I.D.A.Y trace the source and shut down the news broadcast, erase everything available on the red". Rushing heel clicks can be hear nearing, Pepper comes running "Tony turn off... Guys... I'm sorry". A hologram is displayed in the middle of the coffee table. *Stark we need to do damage control*. "I'm on it, F.R.I.D.A.Y is taking down everything" Tony says jaw set and voice stern. *Call a press conference, Rogers take care of that mess. Be prepared for an attack, Hydra is making a move* the dark skin man says his voice hinted in anger. --- [Hydra base] --- *Message delivered sir, the avengers are calling a press conference*. *Tiger, ready your unit, you are crashing their conference, make sure is a big play, don't kill them yet*. *Yes, sir*.

The bulky Russian man walks to the living room of the safehouse "Company we have a mis... Mist where the fuck is Angel?!".

"She is playing with her sex toys".

[Angel's room]

I can hear a female voice chatting, her voice is quite lively and lately is the only thing that's reminds me I'm alive, most of the time I just feel pain and my body moving, others I just feel an overwhelming cold, on the best days I get glimpses of what Hydra wills me to do. Never in my twelve years serving them I felt like an asset, now I'm just that, and seems that Bucky couldn't avoid this fate again.

"What ya think Bucky, should I pretend is you this time or Wolfy?" She gets close to me.

My voice is barely a broken whisper "Last time... Was Buck".

"Oh?" she tilts her head "Hey Wolfy did I lowered the poison that much?" she only jiggles.

Our bodies are slumped against the wall, handcuffs keep the arms above our heads, the ankles are shackled too, collar and chain included.

She gets close to straddle my lap and lean in to whisper in my ear "As soon as they find out about you I'll help them get you back... Now behave he is coming" she presses a button of the controller.

I feel the burn in my veins increasing, slowly my mind drifts away.

She fakes kissing your neck as the door is slammed open.

"Angel! stop fucking them, we have a mission".

She groans in annoyance "Fine" pressing another button the shackles are open.

"Soldats! Gear up" he shouts, voice full of anger. Methodically like robots, both of you get up and walk out of the room following orders.

They wip you both before heading to the mission.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, as I said buckle up and twist your undies.

I might post another chapter this week, since my holydays end this week.

PART 6

#wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #quick silver x reader #avengers x reader #shield x reader #story of the ice wolf #part 5

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agent-spidey · 7 years

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Newbie

Title: Newbie

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Request: Could you do something with Peter Parker where the reader is Flash Thompson's nice younger sister who is a freshman. Peter asks her out w/o realizing who her sibling is, resulting in Flash being 10x more of a bully to him

Word count: 2,311

A/N: Lots of time skips, I wasn't quiet sure how to end this so I’m sorry if the ending seems kinda rush/muddy. I did not go through and edit this, so sorry for the typo’s and grammatical errors.

Tagged: @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle , @superheros-and-books , @jor-da-na , @ferls212 , @laryssa-the-jedi , @bubbles2428 , @sylviestars , @jun-gle-cruise , @eabha-no , @quokkatrash

"Flash please don't leave me! I don't know where I'm going!" You shouted at your older brother who drifted off with the giant crowd of teenagers in midtown high. "You'll be ok Y/N, I believe in you!" Flash shouted back making you roll your eyes and stare down at the thin piece of papers in your hands.

Today was your first day in high school and you couldn't me more scared, older kids surrounded you walking in every which way and when you tried to get their attention to help they would just shrug you off and keep walking. You felt like giving up on trying to find the classroom your first class was in, History.

You made the trek back into the main office to ask for help on finding where your class was "Hi uh I know I was just here but my brother left me and nobody is willing to point me in the direction of my first class." The nervous feeling that radiated off you attracted the attention of all the staff in the room, including a boy who's stood next to you at the same counter grabbing his schedule "Peter, since you're here could you please take Y/N here to her class?" The boy, Peter, shifted his gaze from the brunette woman behind the counter to you.

"Uh yeah sur-sure, whats your schedule?" He asked while you both shuffled into the hall. You handed him the piece of paper you were holding and watched as his eyes lit up slightly "Wow- wait your a freshman?" The Boy's brown sparkling eyes met yours "Yeah, why?" you questioned cocking your eyebrow slightly.

"Well it looks like we actually have some classes together." He examined his schedule once more before his smile widened, "Yeah, we have.." he paused looking back down at both sheets of paper "Chemistry, Gym and uh Geometry."

You felt yourself blush slightly "Well, I think I have chemistry first." you gestured toward on the sheet in the boys left hand "Yeah yeah you do." The boy handed you back your paper "Oh uh I'm-I'm Peter by the way, Peter Parker." The boy, Peter, offered you a friendly smile as you followed him to your first class of high school. The blush on your face deepened "I'm Y/N Thompson, nice to meet you Peter." Peter gave you a heart melting smile in return as the both of you entered the classroom.

When lunch finally rolled around you found your brother sitting at a table in the middle of the room so you decided to sit with him and talk to him about your high school experience so far, "Hey." you cheerfully greater your brother when you took a seat next to him.

"Hey there." he greeted back giving you a casual side hug and returned to eating his food "So hows High school so far?" he question shoving a handful of chips in his mouth. "Well its been pretty good, I met this guy earlier who helped me get my classes and it turns out we actually have three classes together, thanks for abandoning me by the way." You nudged your brothers arm jokingly earning a few laughs from the other people at the table. "Hey, I'm sorry I wanted you to have the official high school experience, finding your own classes, being mature and stuff." Flash shot back at you, you just rolled your eyes, how does finding your own classes make you mature.

You quickly ate the lunch you brought from home and exited the cafeteria making your way to he library, the place Peter said is always the most calm in the school. You already had homework to do, even on the first day. So you took a seat at one of the 5 tables and pulled out your binder from you bag. A seat scrapped the floor by causing you to snap your head up and com in contact with the entrancing brown ones you met earlier in the day. "Hey Y/N." Peter smiled down at you as he took a seat next to you.

"Hey." you smiled back before you began your school work "It totally sucks that we already have work." Peter sighed "Mind if i work with you?" He asked pulling gout his own binder. Your smile grew as you answered the boys question, "Not at all." you felt your face get hot when your eyes connected with Peters. Its only been a few hours since you met Peter but you could already feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into his amazing world.

A about a month and half has passed and in that time you and Peter have gotten as close as heat to a fire, constantly with each other and if you two weren't together you were snapchatting, texting or calling each other. You were excepted into his very small group of friends Ned, Michelle and him. But you never told your brother about who you were talking to or hanging out with because you knew how he treated Peter and tried your best to stand up from him whenever Flash talked about about your best friend. All your brother knew was that you had made a few friends and thats how you wanted to keep it until Flash gave up on bullying Peter. And you never told Peter who your brother was, it actually amazed you that he hasn't found out by now considering he's one of the smartest guys you knew.

"Hey Y/N?" you heard Peter question from beside you. The two of you were currently at Peters house having a study session in his room. You set your pencil next to you on Peters bed "Yeah?" you sat up and cracked your knuckles.

"I've been thinking about this for a little and i-i" Peter lightly sighed running his hands through his hair "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out for dinner Saturday?" You laughed slightly at his question "Peter, we always go out for dinner on Saturdays, its literally our tradition." your eyes made contact with his slightly taking your breathe away, your feeling for the boy always got stronger every time you just looked at him.

"No no i mean like as more than friends." you saw the worry flash in his eyes as the question fell from his lips. Your heart skipped a beat at hearing those simple words "more than friends" meaning, Peter feels the same way as you... or at least slightly like how you feel.

"Peter," you paused getting up froth bed and making your way over to him "are you asking me out on a date?" Peter nodded slightly at your question a small blush creeping up his neck.

"Ye-yes I-I am." The sigh of relief from Peter as you answered caused butterflies to forming your stomach, "Of course I'll go on a date with you."

You and Peter had gone on a couple of dates, without your brothers knowledge. Eventually Peter asked you to homecoming promising you the night of your life but disappeared after five minuets of stepping into the hot sweaty mess of teenagers.

After homecoming night Peter had told you about his secret identity, Spiderman and you told him about how you were related to Flash. At first you were agitated that he hadn't told you earlier but listened to Peter when he told you that he didn't want you to get hurt because of him. So instead of being overly dramatic about the situation and yelling at him that he needs to stop or he'll hurt himself really bad one day you convinced Peter to let you help him out by patching him up after every battle. Which concluded with him coming to your room almost every night sitting on your bed while you tended to his wounds.

"Thank you Y/N, I don't know what i'd do without you." Peter smiled as he softly kissed you goodbye and exited through your window swinging from house to house to et back to his apartment.

"Oh Peter Parker." you sighed sinking down into your soft fluffy bed, your door opened suddenly causing you to jump up from your bed with wide eyes. "Who were you talking to?" your brother asked stepping into your room. "Nobody Flash, please get out." you gave your brother a deadpanned look, you weren't taking any of his shit today.

"Y/N I clearly heard you talking to someone and defiantly heard you say "Peter Parker" so whats up?" Flash flailed his arms in the air. Your breath hitched in your throat, Please don't catch on, Please don't catch on. You chanted in your head.

If flash found out about you and Peter he would never leave Peter alone, ultimately Flash would be tormenting Peter even more than now. "Also i've noticed you hanging out a lot more with Penis Parker lat-"

"Don't call him that." you lowly spoke interrupting your bother "What?" he aside stepping further into your room. "What did you just say?" you lifted your eyes slightly making contact with his "I said," you let out a shaky breathe "Don't call him that, his name is Peter." Flash laughed slightly at you. "Oh wow, ya know I've also noticed a lot of this," flash gestured to you "Sticking up for the nerd." flashes eyes slightly widened at his thoughts "Oh god Y/N please don't tell me you have feelings for the guy." your brothers eyes bore into yours.

You didn't answer his question hoping he understood what you meant, "Oh dear god, you-you-you can't be serious!" Flashes voice was growing louder and louder with every word he spoke.

"Flash please calm down. We've only gone on a few dates." Flashes eyes widened more at the flow of words leaving your mouth. Your eyes widened as well and you clamped a hand over your mouth to stop anymore secrets that could escape.

"You-why-i can't-" Flash couldn't get his words out properly as he left your room to think out what you just said.

you had to warn Peter about what happened so you sent him a quick text before heading off to bed and staring at the ceiling with so much regret in your chest. How were you gonna get through this one?

Its been about 2 weeks since Flash found out about you and Peter. And you couldn't believe the amount of, basically torture Flash was putting Peter through. He had come up with more horrid nicknames, he would constantly tell him how much you didn't actually want him, which would rile Peter up so much causing him to try and throw punches at your brother and just end up in detention. Flash would tear up Peters homework or steal it and turn it into he teacher as his own, everyday flash would tell Peter that he's was "nothing more than scum under my foot" and how "My sister deserves so much better than trash like you."

you felt sick to your stomach hearing about what your brother was doing to Peter and hurt that this was how your brother actually was, a selfish prick who didn't even respect your decisions.

you finally had enough of Flash if he wasn't going to respect you on his own, you were gonna make him.

The bell rang ending your 4th period class and you made you way down to the lunch room, you decided to confront your brother as soon as possible and lunch time seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"Flash!" you screamed walking up to his table, he turned around in his seat and flooded his arms "Well, Y/N so nice to see you." you set your bag down on the ground next to you and flooded your arms across your chest "Cut the bullshit Flash." you huffed creasing your eyebrows "I'm sick and tired of the way your treating Peter, my boyfriend." you saw Ned's eyes flash behind you quickly, you turned your head around to see Peter walk through the lunch room doors laughing while talking to Ned about something.

"If you don't respect my decision on who i'm dating, fine. But that doesn't give you permission to torment them." you spit turing your gaze back to your brother "I get that you don't really like Peter and i honestly have no idea why but I disgusted by the way you've chosen to treat him and it hurts me seeing my only brother hate the boy i like with all my heart." tears pricked your eyes as you continued "I just wanted to tell you that if you keep this up," you paused feeling an arm wrap around true waist, knowing who it was you let out a shaky breathe and continued "Then i know just how much you don't respect me either." you turned grabbing you bag from he floor, taking Peters hand and leaving your brother behind in the cafeteria. It felt good to finally get out how you really felt to Flash.

"I'm proud of you." Peter stopped you int he hallway and engulfed you in his arms. "I'm proud of me too." you felt a few tears escape from you eyes and fall onto Peters clothes. you pulled away from him slightly and pressed a lightly kiss to his lips.

"you should probably go back and talk it out with your brother though." Peter whispered onto your lips, "I'll deal with Flash when I get home, right now i just wanna be with you."

You were proud of yourself for finally telling Flash off and so happy that you don't have to hide your relationship with Peter anymore. "Hey at least now we don't have to hide anything." Peter laughed kissing you one more time before the bell rang ending lunch and you parted ways.

You felt free, not having to hide your love for Peter anymore felt pretty damn good.

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ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie · 7 years

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Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds Part 3.5

A Rowaelin/Manorian AU

God this part was so hard, I was super stuck, super distracted, the second half was just NOT happening - but then finally around like 1 AM I fell into a grove, lol. It’s currently Friday, 3:25 AM EST, but only 9:25 PM on Thursday in Hawaii!! This is the last one I’m doing this late, I swear to god. Tags are gonna have to be in a reblog, because I’m kind of deceased rn. Thanks for sticking with me, guys, love you all <3 As usual apologies for typos, the chapter didn’t make actually make it to Becca again Happy reading!

EDIT: JUST FUCKING KILL ME. I was in bed, all happy and shit, it’s 3:56 am rn, and then I shot up, because I realized that I forgot to trigger warn, and I am SO sorry!!!! Luckily no notes yet, so that’s good, and I had added a cut, so that’s also good! Trigger Warning: It’s nothing too bad, just vague mentions of child abuse towards the end, but I wanted to make sure everyone reading is okay, and prepared, and can avoid it if they want to. Love you guys, gnight! :) <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Dorian was losing terribly. Manon was entirely invested in the game, her darts hitting their mark almost every time. To be fair though, Dorian wasn’t trying very hard. It’s not that he wasn’t focused, however. He was particularly focused on the way she looked in those shorts. On the way her shirt barely climbed up her body every time she thrust her hand forward. On the way her eyebrows scrunched together when the dart was so close, but not quite where she wanted it. On the way she cheered every time she did hit her mark. On the fact that she was intentionally avoiding his eyes and keeping a healthy distance between them. Dorian was incredibly focused. Just, not on the game at hand.

“That’s the third time I’ve beat you in the last half hour!” She turned to him, smiling once again, and regretted it immediately. The heat in his eyes hit her like a wave as he scanned her body, his eyes lingering over her breasts and between her legs.

That was why. That was why she had avoided it – avoided meeting his eyes. She lost all conviction, all ability to breathe, under that gaze. And in no way did she like it. Her eyes quickly flicked away from him, desperate for something anything else to occupy her mind other than her desperate need to tear off his clothes. Because she couldn’t. Right then, she knew she couldn’t. She knew she simply wouldn’t survive. Not then, not with that boy.

There had been others, of course there had been. But with the others, she’d stayed in control. With the others, she hadn’t been prepared to be entirely undone with a single smile. What was happening to her? Her life was not a romance novel. It was the farthest thing. And her chances of a happily ever after – those were nearly nonexistent. Particularly with this tourist, who’d already told her he wasn’t even supposed to be in the bar that night. Before saying some stupid line about fate that made her dumb ovaries clench. She could not believe this shit. Had she not already made enough stupid decisions? For fuck’s sake. When her brother had been all she had, her first instinct was to run to her bitch of a grandmother and ruin everything. She flinched at the memories – the thirteen of them – and then shook her head, shaking away the anger, the sadness. It was fine. She was fine. She wasn’t there anymore.

Never remember, but never forget.

Her gaze flicked back to him then – the American. Thankfully, he’d been much too occupied with staring at her lips to notice her eyes, and the sadness that still echoed within them.

“Pool.”

Her eyes snapped to the soft pink lips that were curving back into the grin that it seemed he had designed just for her. The grin that she was growing infuriatingly addicted to.

“If you’re sick of winning, witchling,” he winked, teasing her with the nickname, “then let’s see how well you handle losing.” He turned almost immediately, not even giving her a chance to respond before he started towards the pool tables. She had no other choice but to follow. Since when did she follow?

She forced her gaze away from his delectable ass in those impossibly tight skinny jeans, and scowled at the back of his head instead. She wasn’t particularly good at pool. But damn it all, she was determined to even the playing field. He wasn’t going to phase her. He was going to be exactly like all the other boys, and she was going to make sure of it.

She stepped directly into his side, pressing into him, and was immediately pleased by his sudden intake of breath. She might not be good at pool, but she was good at this. She stepped on her toes and reached an arm around his neck, pulling him down to her lips. “Let’s make a bet.” After all, as he kept trying to tell herself, she had nothing left to lose. Her voice was a husky whisper as she “accidentally” grazed her free hand against what she assumed was a terribly painful hard on, resting it on the pool table. “If you win, I’ll dance for you.” She had absolutely no intention of losing.

“And if you win?” His body was entirely still, his words barely articulated through gritted teeth, as her teeth grazed over his earlobe.

“We’ll see.” Her voice was a sensual caress filled with delicious promise. She pulled back, and his eyes immediately snapped to hers, to the blatant wanton desire, analyzing, inspecting, dissecting. Looking for more that she refused to show. She didn’t blame him, she’d certainly been quite hot and cold all night. But in that moment, she’d made a decision, and she was sticking to it. Her princeling would not break her. Because he was not her anything. And she was determined to remind herself of that.

Taking the stick from his hand, all of her pulled away from him in one movement. And he couldn’t help but shiver at the sudden cold, the sudden ridiculous feeling that she was missing from him. Like she was a piece that had just been pulled away. But any absurd thoughts were very quickly replaced with a decidedly better image.

Manon leaned over the table, stretching her arms forward as she gathered all of the balls, placing them inside of the black triangle. His eyes were glued to her. To her strong legs that he wanted wrapped around him as he dove deeper and deeper into her, to the bottom of her tight ass in those unfairly short shorts, to the small stretch of impossibly soft skin at her waist that he desperately wanted to taste. She was quickly but surely turning into his weakness. And he didn’t think there was anything he could do to stop it.

The game continued from there. Manon intentionally leaning a little too far forward, whether she was across from or next to him, Dorian scorching her entire body with the barest of touches every time he walked by. Every time they met eyes, each could swear the other was about to throw them on the table and fuck them right there. They kept drinking, and playing, and laughing, and needing, as the night moved on. Slowly but surely, Manon’s hips started to move, and little by little. Dorian of course didn’t comment on it, but there was something about her, about the smile it brought on her face, that he couldn’t help but be drawn to.

She stood up, finishing her turn, and looked at him – watched him watch her. And she couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled from her lips. “What, you’re not even going to try to be casual about the fact that you’ve been staring at me?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and then uncomfortably cleared her throat. Because he wasn’t smirking. For the first time that night he had a soft, honest smile on his lips, and she absolutely hated the way it was making her feel. So entirely determined to ignore, it she persisted with her current strategy. She lifted her beer, and took another long sip. The band had moved to another faster trad song, and she couldn’t help but sway her body to the lilting melody.

That had always been her strategy in her past life, drowning herself in music. The truth was, Manon had spent her entire childhood in dance classes until her mum passed. But she hadn’t danced since then, and wasn’t sure if she wanted to now. It was just something about the night, the boy, the alcohol coursing through her veins – she hadn’t felt this light, this close to happy, in years.

Running a hand through her hair, she closed her eyes. The long white locks had been pulled out of the braid a little while ago. Most of it had fallen apart anyways, and she couldn’t be bothered to recreate it. Plus, every so often, Dorian would run his fingers through the ends, and she was finally maybe letting herself admit that she liked it. He walked over to her then, pulling her against him. She opened her eyes, a scowl on her face as he began to sway with her. “Care to take your turn, princeling? The entire kingdom waits with bated breath.” She felt his chuckle through her chest as she fought to keep herself rigid, desperate not to melt against him. She quickly forced her whirling mind back to the subject at hand. “D’you forfeit, then?”

He failed to answer her once again, lowering his face to her neck, and placing gentle kisses that left her breathless, and then caused a gasp to leave her lips as his lips latched on and nipped at the soft skin. She pushed him away lightly before he could leave a mark, but shamefully wanting him to. His sapphire eyes poured into her, that grin slipping back onto his face. “I just wanna dance.” His voice was rough, and as he pulled her tighter against him, the hard reason for it pressed into her stomach.

She couldn’t help but bite her lips as an entire night’s worth of tension and need swept over her. He moved to lower his lips again, but she stopped him, lightly taking his face in her hands, and before she could stop herself – before she could reconsider, and regret - placed his lips on hers. This kiss was nothing like the last one. It was slow, and lazy, as if they had all of the time in the world. He quickly took control of this one as well, his angling her chin to grant him better access as she opened her lips, letting him take over her senses. Their tongues danced as his worked to memorize all of her, not out of desperation, but out of sheer curiosity, out of a simple urge, something more carnal, more relaxed somehow, and she was sure she felt it too.

Around them, the music swelled, growing even faster, and all she wanted in that moment, was for it to take her away. She pulled away from him slightly, catching her breath, as he just grinned, lightly pressing his forehead to hers, and closing his eyes. They began to sway together then, lost in their thoughts.

While Dorian made some sort of effort to sort out his feelings, Manon was making every effort to ignore hers. The familiar jig brought back memories of older times, dancing in that same pub as a little lass, Rowan swinging her around as they jumped, her mum clapping along with the beat of the drum, her feet moving faster and faster.

She couldn’t help but smile at the memory as her feet fell into the familiar pattern. And then she stepped out of his arms, and began to dance. Her arms fell down by her sides, and muscle memory took over. Laughter bubbled out of her as an unfamiliar sensation of joy rushed through her. The song quickly shifted, changing, growing, moving with her. Steadily melting into one of her mother’s old favorites. But she didn’t stop, as tears poured down her face.

Vaughan had come out of somewhere, though she wasn’t sure where, sweeping her into his arms. He’d always been her favorite cousin when they were kids, and everyone knew it. The two were always comfortably quiet together, playing in the garden, or running around in the nearby fields. Whatever it took for him to not be in the house. Vaughan and Lorcan were her aunt Maeve’s sons, and to say she was hard to live with would be an understatement.

His smile nearly split his face, and she let out a light laugh at the foreign expression on Vaughan’s lips. He’d always been the most mild of her cousins, always careful of his expressions. But in that moment, there wasn’t a person in the pub that couldn’t read his blatant happiness.

Vaughan had been the only one to try to connect with her since she’d been back. Not asking how she was, but just making sure she was okay. He was the only one that she allowed to see the ghosts behind her eyes. So he was the only who knew exactly what a big deal her smile was.

Rowan was still mad at her. And she understood why, she really did, she just – she missed her brother. But, she probably should have thought about that before she’d left.

As for the rest of them - Lorcan had always been a pain in her ass, and distance certainly hadn’t made the heart grow fonder. He had been Maeve’s favorite son, and she made sure Vaughan knew it. And though Manon knew it wasn’t really his fault, she didn’t really know if she could ever forgive him for it.

Manon and her cousin Gavriel had never been close, but they had certainly found peace. They weren’t close, but they weren’t hostile – they just had a pleasantness, she supposed. He never told when she stole cookies late at night, and she never told when he snuck out.

Tears pricked her eyes once again as Vaughan spun her around, bringing a cheering Fenrys into view, with Connall next to him, an arm around Fenrys’ shoulders. The twins had always been more annoying than anything else. Fenrys was always messing with her shit and playing pranks, and whatever Fenrys did, Connall usually followed.

But Connall was also the one who’d beat up the boy who broke her heart when she was 13 and didn’t want Rowan to know. And Fenrys was the one who’d convinced Rowan to let her come back to them a few weeks ago. And after everything they’d been through, she couldn’t really hold anything against them.

Fenrys and Connall had lost their parents to the sea when they were both young, so they were sent to Maeve. They were the ones she took her rage out on the most. And to protect Connall, Fenrys was the one who provoked her, and always took the worst of it. So Manon would never stop being proud of the smile on his lips, no matter how much he annoyed her.

The opening cords of “I’ll Tell Me Ma” rang through the room, perfectly in tune with the cords of her heart. Vaughan burst out laughing at what must have been a crazy expression on her face, and she couldn’t help but laugh with him at the ridiculousness of it all. And at the boy that had caused it. She turned to him then, shutting down the wave of fear that tried to take over. Tonight, she would forget, and in that moment, wouldn’t let herself remember.

Grabbing Dorian’s hand, she went straight to the bar, and quickly climbed on top of it. Lorcan looked like he was about to have a coronary, but she didn’t really care. Fenrys kept him at bay as years of ceili training coursed through her veins, and she let the music drift through her, dragging her through memories she thought she had long forgotten, and welcoming the feeling of home that the dark haired man had awakened inside of her. She danced for her mother that she loved, for the brother she missed, for the father she never knew, for the girls she’d come to love, for the rolling hills that meant so much – she danced for her first night of freedom. And as her heart tightened when she glanced at the smile on Dorian’s lips, she hoped it wasn’t the last.

The final cords played, and the song ended. Her chest was heaving as Dorian helped her down. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d danced that much. But despite the pain, she finally felt right. Her eyes immediately searched for Rowan, to see if he’d felt it, if he knew, and then she felt a little piece of herself break again as she watched him. He was absolutely glued to the girl, his hands climbing up her shirt as they practically dry-humped. Rowan saw and felt nothing else, completely absorbed. He was looking at the American the way Manon had caught Dorian looking at her. Like he was starving, and she was the main course. Manon turned away, ignoring the tightness in her chest. She couldn’t blame him for it, for indulging. At least he was brave enough to do what she herself was afraid to let herself do.

And then, as the soft hints of Carrickfergus sent another wave of tears to her eyes, she knew only one thing. She didn’t want to be afraid anymore. So she shoved down the waves of irritation at her stupid urge to cry again, and turned to Dorian, actually prepared to accept her feelings for the first time that night. He calmly took her into his arms, and she leaned against him, letting the familiar words to the soft song pour out of her, as he led them in a gentle waltz.

Dorian was lost. Entirely gone. And her voice, her beautiful, sweet, delicate voice, was pulling him further and further away. There wasn’t much he’d been sure of in his life recently. Their senior year of college had been nothing short of a disaster for a lot of reasons. But between Aelin shining like a wild fire in the arms of Manon’s brother, and the gorgeous woman finally losing herself on top of the bar, Dorian was sure of two things. One was that there was something magical about this town, something almost like fate, that had dragged their soggy asses into the small pub. And the other was that there was no way in hell he was going to make it to Dublin.

At the final cords of the song, everyone who was left in the bar brought their hands together to clap. Finally at peace, finally alive instead of just living, finally okay for the first time in years, Manon looked up at the boy she’d wanted in her bed all night, absolutely determined to have him. Her head was tilted slightly, a small smile on her lips. Dorian immediately read the question in her eyes, taking the hand she offered, and nodding his head only once.

No words were said between them as they walked out of the pub hand in hand, only stopping briefly to pick up his backpack. The aggressively strong wind made even the thought of an umbrella entirely needless.

Together, they made their way through the pelting rain, feeling nothing but calm as it washed away the past.

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